Snowgoons, Scheme, Decay, Astonish - Pay Attention lyrics

I'm the one you don't sit on
Even if it's what you gotta do to get on
I be a mic you can't spit on
Four letter word never blowing off dusties
Everything is everything but everything
Is trust me i follow old school rules
I don't need tools fuck around
I just might grab you by your neck tight
D-E-C-A-Y relate easy
Slick with a scruffy beard and my hair peasy

Yo I step on the scene
With Guess on the jeans
And break your team down effortlessly
They be talking a whole lot
That shit ain't impressive to me
A lot of niggas rapping
I do this professionally
Please cease fire so we can reach higher
Fuck all of that fronting shit
Claiming that you ducking it
I am what I am, that's all that I is
This is the mixtape niggas yo
I handle the biz

A young nasty bastard master of ceremonies
I'm blasting off at the cameras
I'm bucking with all my glory
End of story, new beginning
I'm finger far in the game got the pen upon
The choker and I'm spitting ink at a page
Simply amazed I'm crazed
Leave rappers emblazoned
Words and thoughts within your scheming and
Slanging them 'em in the page
I'm rage against the machine
The face of the grand machine
Roll in motherfuckers I welcome
Them into the team

When you hear what I've got to say
I'm sure you won't be able
To turn your head away

Yeah yeah I'm back in the spot
Got my name popping up like a jack-in-the-box
Cause one verse will put your man in a box
You amateurs stop you might have been
Hot back when cannabis dropped
But now it's oh wait
No way your shit is getting spins
Probably cause you busy trying to
Keep up with the trendsetter
I'm here from now until forever
Don't know who I'm behind but I
Know who I'm ahead of

Yeah I'm a soldier
A monster the arts of this have taught ya
The karma
The oligarch jump on to reap those amongst us
The angst of a Langston Hughes with
The mind of a God, bless I
Can't fuck with cowards or I'll
End up to the rise
Sip a muzz of the mountains of hoffas
For most of my way in office
You fuckers will never harvest the
Heart of a coming artist
The hardest rapper in rawness
Is dropping another artist
I'm walking into the game
Y'all fuckers leaving in coffins

Back for the second time but
Not the second hand
Hope you understand that the
Cut-off is here fam
Stand up, it's man down
Run laps around clowns
Who don't rise above under underground
Chi-town representing
We grab the microphone as
The three deadly henchmen
With Snowgoons on the offensive
And burn like gas creating stars
That you see from afar
With each bar you get scarred
It don't matter who you are

When you hear what I've got to say
I'm sure you won't be able
To turn your head away
Cause what I'm gonna talk about
Nobody nobody wants to be without