They Can't See Me Lyrics - The Essence Of J. Rawls - J. Rawls

Medic! Medic! A, yo, that's what they yelling! 

Their hearts done stopped pumping, son, and ain't no telling 

What that kid gone do now, is that him writing texts? 

What the?! I didn't know that son was ambidextrous 

With the beats and the rhymes 

Plus he said it on time 

And listen to that groove 

It's raw with no refined 

With "Boom-na-na". 

Yeah, that's how we did it 

Rolled the loop, and kick in the snare, and then he lit it 

Now you're brain's on drugs 

ducing J. Rawls 

He makes the beats for ya'll 

And now he got the gall 

Like, Who he think he is? 

Like maybe Mos, Sans, and Kwa. 

Ain't wrote no damn lyrics since the days of my man, Ra 

But he still move the crowd 

To the next universe 

And ain't no chaos in this 

But you gotta let it soak first 

Before you knock it 

But listen to you rock it 

And once that rhyme settle up in your dome 

Just buy the album when I drop it 

But it ain't like that 

I'm just statin' my case 

I been touching Ts and marks [?] since I tied my first shoelace 

So listen up! Cause, son, the rhymes about to start 

So sing the with me, cause that's my favorite part 

Come on: 

Who they wanna be like? 

They can't see me! 

Who they tryin' a' be like? 

They tryin' a' be me 

Who they wanna be like? 

They can't see me! 

Tryin' a' be like. 

They can't see J. Rawls 

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Who they wanna be like? That's what I thought 

Expected Sands on the mic, son, but, yo', you got caught 

By them brothers united, and we're not Bling, Bling 

And ain't no stretch Hummers and stuff 

We just doin' our Thing, Thing 

With the nine to five; man, I'm trying to stay alive 

And, yo, this rent payment is due, and ain't no checks from Jive 

Or, maybe, Tommy Mottola, or even Arista Corporation 

I just do this stuff for fun, I do this stuff for Jason 

Or maybe Joe Sikes (Peace son!) 

So I can take it up a little higher 

Put two weeks in on the job or maybe even retire 

And I just got here, but I'm still working like I'm starving 

And working my ass off, but it's getting kind of hard and. 

So maybe the next time you see me I'll be talking about Bling, Bling 

But I'll be giving to the org instead of wearing them diamond rings 

Or, maybe, buying equipment, so I can perfect my craft 

Making phat ass beats for Sands; so he can, keep spitting that math 

So check for Book of Acks [?], and peeping the Lone Cats 

But don't be expecting too many more of these damn Rawls raps 

Until next rhyme, remember this moment in time 

With that "Who they wanna be like?" Cause that's my favorite line 

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