Freshy Kanal - Listen lyrics
Freshy Kanal
[Freshy Kanal - Listen lyrics]
Listen! Imma write this like a hypocrite
Poems, like a gospel is the apple that I bit
You can’t stop me with rhyme
Since I’m watching the time
Sweat smoke off with this work tension
Finding sequiturs quicker than
A search engine
Got the perfection as a birth present
It’s my first question per section
Do I learn lessons in perception?
And I’m torn into parts like I’m
The red sea and you’re Moses
But I pull myself together like
A puzzle makes a brofist
And I know that you got moments
Where you want to hold me in poses
But you gotta listen and compromise or
You’ll end up being alone, bitch!
Cuz I’m running this whole factory and
You look up to squeakers
Looking forward to be just like
One of those believers
Cause with your little skills you
Can’t think of being leader
Your reaction to me be like, man
Turn down that heater
Acting overheight, but you’re so little-bitty
My law, my rules, when you live in my city
And this citizen’s spitting is
Like mental fisting
We could have been best friends
You just need to listen
I got sweaters that are better than
The ego that you’re wearing
Back and better than ever
Batter of letters I’m sharing
You’re too dumb to recognize the
Cards that I’m laying
You are the fucking target in this dart game
Got a bilingual direction in my brain
So whatever finger you show me
It’s ending up in pain
And you’re laying on the ground
Feeling like in a prison
But all that shit wouldn’t happen
If you just listen and cut!
Poems, like a gospel is the apple that I bit
You can’t stop me with rhyme
Since I’m watching the time
Sweat smoke off with this work tension
Finding sequiturs quicker than
A search engine
Got the perfection as a birth present
It’s my first question per section
Do I learn lessons in perception?
And I’m torn into parts like I’m
The red sea and you’re Moses
But I pull myself together like
A puzzle makes a brofist
And I know that you got moments
Where you want to hold me in poses
But you gotta listen and compromise or
You’ll end up being alone, bitch!
Cuz I’m running this whole factory and
You look up to squeakers
Looking forward to be just like
One of those believers
Cause with your little skills you
Can’t think of being leader
Your reaction to me be like, man
Turn down that heater
Acting overheight, but you’re so little-bitty
My law, my rules, when you live in my city
And this citizen’s spitting is
Like mental fisting
We could have been best friends
You just need to listen
I got sweaters that are better than
The ego that you’re wearing
Back and better than ever
Batter of letters I’m sharing
You’re too dumb to recognize the
Cards that I’m laying
You are the fucking target in this dart game
Got a bilingual direction in my brain
So whatever finger you show me
It’s ending up in pain
And you’re laying on the ground
Feeling like in a prison
But all that shit wouldn’t happen
If you just listen and cut!