Vitamin D - Who's Listening lyrics

[Verse 1: B-Self] Many notepads if I so do with paper mechanicals and ballpoints Trying to reach fellas and chicks at all points In between the lines of why will I rule My domain expands with every period and comma Not Donald or Ivana, but lavish is my castle A true school graduate while most will wait to turn their ta**le I'm somewhat like Tobasco and a quiet taste of negro's love Vast is my vocab though, so many heads have I la**oed Sometimes I think too fast though, leaving minds bewildered Word playing phrases may get lost by drums and filters Confusing undercla**men with soph*more and freshmen Most of which are booty, they find my raps confusing But our outpost is loosely, never uptight about how I write And who am I amusing when forming at 3 in the morning Samples are arranged and truncated, my raps awaited by the program That be cutting on swoll like codeine Carefully prepared for ingestion by my subjects Though other MCs lust them, I force them to go through customs They complain but it's futile, many quest but few tell The pa**ive innovations, I'm one of those who do this No brackets or parameters can hold my grammar cause It develops faster than polaroid film I tried to reach the world but since my name ain't [?] I'll simply tell you stories to bring you up some stories Above your IQs I hope this ain't by yous Through desert and [?], my style stays self Through deserts and [?], my style stays self Uh, I've got the combination, man [Hook] Listen up, listen up, listen up [Verse 2: Vitamin D] My thoughts are scribbled, s**ers on the sidelines dribble And [?] of a situation but all your getting's a nibble of A full up chorus me and my [?] will So still to give me dap when I come home I might be clapping when I'm rapping off the top of the dome I sample the smiles while I get amped on the styles and roam Through the capsules of my mental Self-centred pharmacy live and transcendental We rocking with fundamentals And we're vast into space I made a touchdown and danced in your face While you're punting so stop fronting It's rapping season I'm back for you [?] so stop hunting With no ammunition and lower calibre weapon like We'll take you down, you're half stepping I sense fear when I get savage like Fred Have you wondering for years How I conceived such a formula causing you phoniesness Only the [?] with me and that n***a B Some think of we, battle soliloquies and things You ain't feeling me, physically we got mad [?] ability A gift that's God given We sample, fluctuate tones Chopping up odd rhythms my pineal's open Yes, I got you scoping but you cannot see through minds of mediocre My style stays deep Through west coast stereotypes Scareotypes (he's just a human) [Hook] Listen up, listen up, listen up