Pay Attention (feat. Soul Khan) - DJ JS-1, Soul Khan

I take a grown man shit in your back pack, pardon me

Fuck your rap anarchy song, I’m Jack Donaghy

So I sound hard like the weight company

And live comfortably on the blood of cats that act modestly

Time to be a man again, stop being a mannequin

Pope, time to flee the Vatican

Helicopter leavin', now we gotta free my man and them

It’s time to pull a motherfuckin' rabbit out the hat again

And choke

Damn, you done a pound of it

I’ll tell you if the price right when I’m done countin' it

My weapons hard to earn, you got a lot of nerve

Steppin' in my direction and beggin' for a pound of it

The best under, gettin' texts from your girlie

She ridin' on fours like the Kentucky Derby

A sexual squirting got my

But she too fly, so you could say the

When it comes to brain, the ladies got an open mind

They say God will, and maybe if I’m so inclined

I’m 5'8″, a buck fifty

Even David Beckham ain’t affecting any code of mine

If you never heard of me, fuck it

You got moves like Jagger but the blood of Freddie Mercury

I barely fit that line, but had to spit that line

Don’t let you know how to care if you don’t work with me

tape makers, I’m really more like date rapists

They never ask for permission, they harass you to listen

If you stand for tradition then they laugh and dismiss it

So I’m back just to piss upon it, fake players

I’mma do the world wrong

I got homies that’ll fuck you up just to get on WorldStar

You call that a bar?

I wipe the stool on it

And gave your boo the Bubonic, now you got it