Artist: Kool Rock Jay Album: Street Life EP Song: You Don't Hear Me Doe! Typed by: jostmatt at bluewin dot ch [ VERSE 1: Kool Rock Jay ] Here it is, buster, you knew I couldn't trust ya You try to grab the microphone, fool, and I'ma dust ya I'm no joke but I smoke like Indo I drop fools like bricks to the flo' I get busy when I use my mouth part I'm not a brother that you suckers can outsmart But if you try you will die in the end No need for you to perpetrate, no need for you to lie, my friend You know I'm cool as a breeze'n that whisper through the trees'n Hoes fuck around when Kool Rock gets skeezin Plain and simple, baby, Jay ain't havin it I see a motherfuckin mic and I'm grabbin it Tightly, and it might be The last rhyme on time hitten smooth from the mind But if you're slow you blow, yo, you can't choose this And guess what, hoe, I went ruthless [ VERSE 2: Kool Rock Jay ] I got the dog in me (Woof!) frontin like a pitbull Break out the gin and juice so I can get full Cause I'ma tear up shit and let 'em all know I'm not a sucker, so motherfuck a stupid hoe That wanna rock me, jock me and clock G's Us motherfuckin real G's gotta stop these Punk bitches who know they want riches Try to play me close and you'll be swimmin with the fishes Now here it is for my homies in the background Kool Rock gettin busy on the track now Cause I'ma break it on down like an AutoBot And have it hotter than the steam from a coffee pot So when you're movin and groovin and soothin For you and your crew and all that's intuned in A dope jam that'll slam on the stereo I'm still ruthless, fool, but you don't hear me, though [ VERSE 3: Kool Rock Jay ] Brothers act like bitches and smooth get stitches I'm just another hustler to the game gettin riches But then my fake-ass friends, they wanna put me down I'm non-stop to the top how I'm livin now Punks be frontin like they all wanna get some Not knowin I be flowin, so they gets none You know I'm real, G, I ain't gotta play the role Stop with a nine on the side lettin fools know You better step off just before I let off One or two rounds and you fall to the ground You silly sucker, you stupid motherfucker You're troopin on a bitch cause you knew that I fucked her Now you wanna run up, fool, and get done up Yeah and get that ass whipped smooth till sun-up Kool Rock Jay ain't the one for you to fuck with I'm just a brother on the mic kickin dope shit I'm out