They Can´t See Me Letra

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 Introducing 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 verse 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 chorus with me, cause that's my favorite part Come on: [Chorus - repeat 2X] 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 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 Chorus 3X