Sivey - Dear Listener lyrics

[Verse 1] This is for my people that miss me, I know you needed this Every single stroke of the pen is a stroke of genius Other than my cd, you ain't heard a flow as deep as this Every verse should be treated like the mona lisa is And yeah you might have the upper hand, if we're speaking dough And yeah I understand that you get a G for shows But all you've ever done is boast, with your feeble flow My music's touch more peoples souls than I could even know My whole heart, that's what I give to my fans A listener's tear is worth more than a mil in my hand All you talk about is flipping grams and triggers that bang Me, I consider lyricism, a privilege fam When it comes to putting words together its certain that I'm better Every verse you heard is like a personal letter So when I die, my fans can say they all knew me Lowkey, Double P, Yours Truly (i feel, so hear) [Verse 2] This is for those praying through hell, till they're in paradise I cry blood for the children of palestine My life's left me so emotionally paralyzed I couldn't even cry in a funeral where my nana died My words are swords, have served their cause like a samurai Cameras spy on the average guy weaving through traffic lights These are savage times, expand your mind and an*lyze Don't glamorize the gangster life, like these other rappers might Haters stay around me like, satellites orbit You don't want to see the pair of guys I strategize war with Peoples army work it, you batty guys forfeit Not jamaican but I'm eating with my akhi like swordfish When it comes to putting words together its certain that I'm better Every verse you heard is like a personal letter So when I die, my fans can say they all knew me Lowkey, people's army, yours truly (I feel, So hear) [Verse 3] I told the world about my issues and the things I went through In this game its undeniable I'm influential The strength of my mental, is making other spitters tremble All I needs a piece of paper, a pencil, and instrumental I didn't settle till I took it to a different level Gripping metal and flipping pebbles, you sided with the devil I see you flossing in your video that looks a rental That little bezel around your neck don't make you flippin' special I'm quite high when I am writing my rhymes Like I am mike tyson on a fight night in his prime I'm like einstein, got it all precise in my mind With the mic im like Ike in his most violent times When it comes to putting words together its certain that I'm better Every verse you heard is like a personal letter So when I die, my fans can say they all knew me Lowkey, Mongrel, Yours Truly