The Soul Searchers - You Ain't Never Heard of Me lyrics

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The Soul Searchers - You Ain't Never Heard of Me lyrics

[Hook] You ain't never heard of me But after this I guarantee You gon' committed to the Reks for life You ain't never heard of me But after this I guarantee You gon' committed to the Reks for life You ain't never heard of me But after this I guarantee You gon' committed to the Reks for life You ain't never heard of me But after this I guarantee [Verse 1] I hear the cheap shots day in, day out, blastin' my name As if anybody out there slightly fathom my pain Critics reviews, spittin' the news about my single I see the hate in most MC's eyes each time we mingle Dappin' me and then attacking me is forbidden If blastin' me your livin' Don't ask me about pa**ion when I'm spittin' Y'all not even a smidgen of half of me ya written In freestyle my brain's not even questioned, it's a given Pure focus, when I scrill it like poachers when I wrote this When I write, my mind expand like the belly of Oprah's Hunger pains 'til the blood in my veins begin to suffer Well like it said, what don't take your life'a make you tougher So I write until my finger tips are cripple-shaped Touch you like a triple eight, to ventilate your mental state I get so all abstract [?], don't tell 'em what my pen'll spray Don't ask me of you're wack, son that's just what I was sent to say Whether you're with Mos Def or whether you're into Jay Just give me a sec' to explain what I was sent to say [Hook] [Verse 2] I roll with Skits dawg, guess a brotha guilty by a**ociation I kept to your hood chief, I swear I hope your hatin' My folks been waitin' to brawl through this paper chasin' Y'all expectin' the Reks to fall, I stuck out my chest to all Pressed it off, blessin' from the gods keep me focusin' I want that open tent cheap ba*tard to choke or sink No percent of my squad pretending we large We from M-A-double dollar dawg, defendin' like guards And sendin' them charts, from beginnin' them dots was short Men saw the consequences of pretending their thoughts Could compare to ours, lord, my southpaw put your jaws in gauze For gosh my draw is so large; no squad's messing with my crew Yeah them's my dawgs, they got similar flows par But them's my balls, similar broads, but yours is Wearing my drawls, preparing hearts for MSE's cause, we the chosen [Hook]