E-Rule - Listen Up (LP version) lyrics

Listen up, check it, E-Rule's about to wreck it ?? ?? in more reverse I got the works when I freak it Disarm unique wits ?? seek it Diapharetic in the energetic More than motion draws up kinetic, bein' combined with the vibe I jot down ?? indeed I rock the whole jam Chumps know the program, identical to no man When I get busy who is he my formula rhymes In parallel lines in perfect, mics to short circuit Hark, it's worth it I'm on the brink of blowin' up, y'all Examine hits however they fall with mics in flight Graphic when I grabs it, gab with forms of this sort Words I comports with no but's and's or if's Laid on the reel, eventually the sk**'ll build I bag a ?? of the ?? ism, ill and chill When I feel I grow like shrubs over dubs indulgin' buds Maybe 4-20 Team hits on the elements of green What's the word? Travel more than six-third Brothers in mad words to build upon the scene for the time bein' Dips down to ? God, what's the catch Knows I can't freak a sketch, got a panoramic view Plus I'm true, pull no stunts on the crew or you're through That's a fact, future knack flung by the tongue Hark to what the God brung, listen up Flip I'm baggin' your click, mark my words - see you never knew You wouldn't boast at all if you had heard my sk**s Secluded in my unit rip rhymes to flow fluent Manifest my Flatlands style Be direct from the West I flare form and dare chumps to test Try and press, I ?? the stress, more or less Marvelous my drifts, I stride boroughs through the fifth When I shift my zone, got melodic tone Flows I freak course the mic my resource so let me go on and check Live and direct, to wreck a technique, I freak mad mad mystique When I speak, I peak, E-Rule's unique Fly as well, spark like a ?? blastin Punks are plastic, I'm drastic, ill like Romana Diggin Afrodonna's in order, no game retain my name Here it is E-Rule supreme I get biz, you know the scene That you quote, check what I wrote, recaps responses No nonsense, here it is in true confound mannerism Swarms gettin warm due to lingo that I give em Like that, while you hark to my wis' Checkin for the sound God and there it is Fresh in the mind to freak thought in writin' rhyme Born and inclined, I'm jukin' no chimes, Sign of the no-Times I make a k**in', talkin' willin' got the feelin' All my sk** and functions are modulations as I break trends Meetin' ends with my ?? my God sends Got the format, many swore that, I wouldn't drop Now I got props, you heard my chumpie, I never slump See punks are left back, I'm ill like Lefrak, when I kick My tone slick drifts to fit, manifestin this Darts thoughts emerge on a hit You know this foul words you never utter 'Cause you know the God's bu*ter Got my game down pat so my sound's fat Flow from the end of the pound tracks, rip it then max I beez aloof to the punks, flowin' the gimmicks and acts I got the formula I'm warnin' ya the vibe be mad ill Expade'in through the feel you're feelin', it's that appealin' Greenbacks I'm reelin', aloof to kids who be stealin' I ?? ?? not a punk or servile I'm magnanimous, I grow like canibus, never animous When I unfold, hope the next man don't plan to bust gold My form is, after swarm is, enormous the wordin' Of born is, showin' 'em all what gettin' warm is indeed Harken as I proceed E-Rule the wise appraise 'em all Got a next level song and then I'm gone