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