R U Listening Lyrics - Singles - Masta Killa

arty people, welcome to the gathering, 

Many of you tonight have traveled for many miles 

To hear the master of the art display styles and techniques 

Now with this piece of steel that I hold so firmly 

I conduct y'all accordingly, one time for your mind 

Authentically designed and crafted by the hand of god 

Autograph, camera folds, flash as I enter 

A glimpse of the ninja, real they see that hurt 

But these words so powerful, catch the at the show and prove 

Dealing with a lost son, what they talking bout 

What they talking bout, who they talking bout, ha, ha 

Who they talking bout, me 

Who they talking bout, you keep my mikey in mouth 

Related 

Songs You Love If You Love Nerds 

Watch Cardi B Joins James Corden For Carpool Karaoke 

Ariana Grande Adds Her Own Verse To "Last Christmas" 

Well beat so banging and base drum kicking 

And melody so for strings are calling 

It's like back against the electrical fence, but I'm a winner 

My mike's like my only defense, brothers locked 

Aunties that changed my pampers, or sponsors 

I won't fail the mission, with self knowledge got in me 

Nothing can contain me from seeing everything is mine 

Economically, nothing is given, we know steps are taken 

People couldn't see it, until it bursted to existence 

Rust it start us, fuck a sleeze up my jacket 

What they talking bout, who they talking bout, ha, ha 

Who they talking bout, me 

Who they talking bout, you keep my mikey in mouth 

Photos 

See this is how you rhyme gotta be young 

I'm a rhymer, not a rapper, emc 

Building destroyers, some overstand 

But I understand that we are students to life 

True divine order must be restored in order for us to live right 

Y'all stay trippin like birds, words travel at the speed that I'm slappin you 

Actually, as the world revolves, caliente, it's about 100 degrees with no breeze 

Can you swim 9000 

Up ends press hills and mountains from the highest peak 

I fear is no evil as I walk through the valley 

I'm like the father at the first rally, are you listening?