Edgar Allen Floe - Attention lyrics

[Intro: Undefined] This is another, Undefined production, yeah It's like we never stopped coming It ain't gonna stop It's how it's going down [Chorus: Undefined] Aiyo, if I can, may I have your attention To all the fly ladies, and the gents and The young'uns, you're the only reason we mention What's going on, these days and times are getting A little bit out of control (Control, control) And some need to slow they roll (They roll, they roll) While others need to pick up the pace Meanwhile we keep it up in your face [Verse 1: Undefined] Aiyo, my feet skate the earth, while my head's in the clouds While this planet got me spaced out, I can't come down Off this high, searching for an answer to why Glued to the truth, the ground is too dirty to lie Words of a warrior, who's yet to yield Using the mic as my sword, and my aura's the shield I only politic and build amongst my likeness Fight all the hype, and tried to strike my enlightenment I charge it to the game that wants to plague my brain And in the last days, my concept remains the same Stuck in the system like ink on the page Fire forms a wave, every time I blink from the rage Red and dilated pupils, to see through you Dodging the voodoo, I'm a student of the true school Who's only coming for the people who would leave From my back So if I never knew you, I'mma keep it at that [Chorus: Undefined] Aiyo, if I can, may I have your attention To all the fly ladies, and the gents and The young'uns, you're the only reason we mention What's going on, these days and times are getting A little bit out of control (Control, control) And some need to slow they roll (They roll, they roll) While others need to pick up the pace Meanwhile we keep it up in your face [Verse 2: Edgar Allen Floe] Yeah, yo It's all about reality in my eyesight, yeah Stop searching for the truth people, it's right here Walking through this strange world Blind as a nightmare All you weak [?] and imitators I might spare Time to bring forth only the top notch wordsmiths Perfect plan of attack, I'm banning all your tracks You won't deliver the A-plus, your history on the job Administer the pay-cut, you s**! While I remain king and lyrically supreme You on the other side lost, jumping from team to team You either an innovator, or hater But you can always look at me as a saviour In Hip Hop, there's elite players But the benchwarmers, be in the starting line-up The record is now, five up, eleven down So now, a poor season and the crowd is all silent From here on out, pay attention to the talent [Verse 3: Undefined] The most high gave me rhythm and the rhythm will shine [?] mind, got to put the bullsh** behind Find a kind of likeness, through mental hypeness I'm enchanted to write this So you can feel the righteous Steps it took to elevate for self Got to control the boomerang visor breaths Outspoken, live beside your every motion My people are carefully judged, being that they're Chosen From amongst the dead we've frozen I showed them my story, body mind soul had an orgy Everything wasn't for me, I don't rep that I speak where my head's at, where I slept at And rose the next morning, still looking forward to A new day dawning, tired ways got me yawning And ready for a liver season Rhyme and reason with a higher meaning Who the hell got the fire steaming? [Verse 4: Edgar Allen Floe] Yo, I need all who can hear me To say these words clearly Slice-meister is nice [?] Super Solid And spread the knowledge through your inner circle Once they all heard you, keep the cycle intact And react to the wack, that insist to spit that Mismatched rap, with a b**h-smack I'm trying to take it back when cats got thrown off stage For any weak joints that got played The standard is laid [Chorus: Undefined] Aiyo, if I can, may I have your attention To all the fly ladies, and the gents and The young'uns, you're the only reason we mention What's going on, these days and times are getting A little bit out of control (Control, control) And some need to slow they roll (They roll, they roll) While others need to pick up the pace Meanwhile we keep it up in your face