Playdough - FYI lyrics

[Verse 1: Listener] Hi, I'm a listener and I'm all ears I've been spoke down to for years With words designed to cause tears, but they don't Hey, I'm a whisperer and I soak in jeers Been forced to face my fears With accusations of wasted years, but I'll float Cuz hey, I'm a helpless dreamer with a gift to hear And a curse to expose what's going on here Trapped against my will in a world that's weird, with no hope For real I am a listener and here's a little FYI... Listen to me [Verse 2: manCHILD] Manchild smashes the track with the pa**ion of ten men On some Wizard of Oz type telepathic magic as we blend in Send trends packing, intercepted at the entrance Descended from a long line of penitential strong minds Designed for the long haul. Surprised we got this far? You paid dues? Me too, I charged mine on my credit card So if with every car that pa**es, you scream, "I Got To Have It" Think of an honest face who contemplates throwing himself into traffic And grab for the tangible, beyond average with your lives Why? It worked for me and mine, DS5, F.Y.I [Hook] F.Y.I F.Y.I [Verse 3: Sivion] Yo I'm out of my mind some say out of my kind Blind to the beckon of the flesh during the grind Blind to the hatred that I've stored up in my mind Blind to the taste of cheap vinegar wine Cuz I'm inclined share time, take a sip from the cup of Christ's suffering Sivion shines Lumens plus this beat's Dusting them Hustling souls for the Harvest like wheat Those that were the coldest are now closest to the Heat It's all about intent son tell me what your aim is Lost Step Deepspace 5 saying… [Verse 4: Freddie Bruno] Bang this dangerous masterpiece And let the crowd repeat the technique that I speak I'm letting each come get a piece son of the least one Expect me to rock mics for the kingdom You know how we done, hold your ear drum for ransom Black King Cole take your soul like I'm Shang Tsung For your inspiration prescribe this Fine lyricists with the gab that's gifted Keep my hands lifted, through the sands sifted Try to catch the praise but you missed it [Verse 5: Playdough] Yo, written and listed, deep in the ranks my data banks Read thanks for providing the stretching of gas tanks For the push talking to the bush that flamed He's been the same Since He pre-ordained the first thought I entertained Before the ink stained sheets hanged Drying in the mainframe of brain counting the rain Let it be symbolic to frolic thru every bar Drying in the sun ray, chasing one way While gun play speech that some say reach, and inspire I look to higher flows dipped in bleach [Hook] [Verse 6: Illtrip] Still ill, still tripping in Still sk**, still with Labklik and them Still your reason for wanting to rap Still the MC you wish would come back Still making tapes. Still digging thru crates Still dissing wack MCs, still doing whatever it takes Still spitting paragraphs with hidden meanings And Ill's still dreaming, still a beat fiend and… Still collecting information. Still climbing constellations Still in the lab, still coercing beat combinations Still steady doing it for your inspiration [Verse 7: Sintax] A-yo I stapled the Appalachian pattern Made the maple leaf creep as she climbs the limb ladder Carved a cavern out of chaos filled with little lanterns Called it space and with my fingers traced my face across the fabric The magic I had made inspired all that followed after I'm God who scatters notes that resonate through starry rafters I made the cripple skip around the block and back again I made the dumb to whistle to the beat of his own adrenaline My blood and body broke like bread to see you through I did it just for you, I did it just for you [Verse 8: Sev Statik] Well I question most thoughts that peruse my three pound Universe to stay molded with the shape I was called to hold Sold with the highest dues paid Cuz we chose to blessed with this curse in His name So rebuild with the mic His words give you what you need And I'm a blood donor squeezing the pen until it bleeds And I'm a soldier, repping everything I believe Wear it on my sleeve and replace Fendi and Gucci Deepspace 5, the point man holds 'em off From the 5-1-8, Albany New York [Hook]