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    "They Can't See Me" Lyrics

    J. Rawls

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    Medic! Medic! A, yo, that's what they yelling!
    Their hearts done stopped pumping, son, and ain't no telling
    What that kid gone do now, is that him writing texts?
    What the?! I didn't know that son was ambidextrous
    With the beats and the rhymes
    Plus he said it on time
    And listen to that groove
    It's raw with no refined
    With "Boom-na-na"..
    Yeah, that's how we did it
    Rolled the loop, and kick in the snare, and then he lit it
    Now you're brain's on drugs
    Introducing J. Rawls
    He makes the beats for ya'll
    And now he got the gall
    Like, Who he think he is?
    Like maybe Mos, Sans, and Kwa..
    Ain't wrote no damn lyrics since the days of my man, Ra
    But he still move the crowd
    To the next universe
    And ain't no chaos in this verse
    But you gotta let it soak first
    Before you knock it
    But listen to you rock it
    And once that rhyme settle up in your dome
    Just buy the album when I drop it
    But it ain't like that
    I'm just statin' my case
    I been touching Ts and marks [????] since I tied my first shoelace
    So listen up! Cause, son, the rhymes about to start
    So sing the chorus with me, cause that's my favorite part
    Come on:

    [Chorus - repeat 2X]
    Who they want to be like?
    They can't see me!
    Who they tryin' a' be like?
    They tryin' a' be me
    Who they want to be like?
    They can't see me!
    Tryin' a' be like.
    They can't see J. Rawls

    Who they want to be like? That's what I thought
    Expected Sands on the mic, son, but, yo', you got caught
    By them brothers united, and we're not Bling, Bling
    And ain't no stretch Hummers and stuff
    We just doin' our Thing, Thing
    With the nine to five; man, I'm trying to stay alive
    And, yo, this rent payment is due, and ain't no checks from Jive
    Or, maybe, Tommy Mottola, or even Arista Corporation
    I just do this stuff for fun, I do this stuff for Jason
    Or maybe Joe Sikes (Peace son!)
    So I can take it up a little higher
    Put two weeks in on the job or maybe even retire
    And I just got here, but I'm still working like I'm starving
    And working my ass off, but it's getting kind of hard and..
    So maybe the next time you see me I'll be talking about Bling, Bling
    But I'll be giving to the org instead of wearing them diamond rings
    Or, maybe, buying equipment, so I can perfect my craft
    Making phat ass beats for Sands; so he can, keep spitting that math
    So check for Book of Acks [???], and peeping the Lone Cats
    But don't be expecting too many more of these damn Rawls raps
    Until next rhyme, remember this moment in time
    With that "Who they want to be like?" Cause that's my favorite line

    Chorus 3X
    This song was submitted on October 18th, 2016.
    Thanks to Snap for the contribution to this song.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Royalty Network Music Publishing Ltd..
    Written by Jason Rawls.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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