Dudley Perkins - Hearing Test Lyrics
From a fast paced 'with wire tapsAs I inspire'Please don't flash and reach for the micWhen this booky down fast, sound the sound checkClowns ready to click, they call it cheat aroundBut hands down, I'm the man nowSome fans clown, now they stand around with 'Kills beats, keep it real street'Getting plenty stacks'don't give me crapMy mind's intact, rhymes are fat, lines are packed with all kinds of stacks'don't beg for dough, let you know'Technology is how I display my waysElectric output got mad scientist pondering for daysWeek and then years, how other do, do thisBreak 'em down to tears for fears, full light, dancing through the nightListen to the beats'bills I must pay, never enough time'All in all, God, why me?Why I gotta think this way?Why does injustice hurt all day?Please, God, take it awayI beg you, I plead, I praySome say I shouldn't be this wayA man with no religion is still respectedtrue livingI respect the birth that God has given 'cause God has wisdomWeirdest thing to call rap music
