Hearing the Melody

Lyrics

[Intro: Skyzoo] Yeah, I'm hearing the melody Yeah, I'm hearing the melody Yeah, 9th Wonderful Tunes Yeah, they tryna hear it though (they tryna hear it though) Ok, they tryna hear it though (they tryna hear it though) [Verse 1: Skyzoo] OK For everything the melody be and what you get to perceive It's all dependent on the steps and what they've yet to believe I put a cape on did it for the steps where I be I got my J off and made 'em wanna step in my three's And if ever you should attempt you steppin' through to the trench And if you should live to recall it you'll never do this again And if you should live to be honest you'll let it do what it promised I promise to be the reason my hood gets another honor Christopher did it first, Skyler the second coming I knew when I saw that hearse that I got to keep up the runnings Knew if you caught a verse then you'd probably want to tuck it Let the drumming be the talk of The Current And written in for every Ace and every Mitch or every Rico in your glare Or AZ or Rich and the Alpo was really there The shit that screams are made of, Living dreams and wake-ups And using handbooks to hide the paper I'm hearing the melody [Hook: Skyzoo (Fashawn)] Hearing the melody, and hear what it's telling me I stood tall next to it to hear what they let it be I stood tall next to it for fear what it never be (9th) And I be on my own when I hear what it's telling me, uh-huh (Told you I got you) [Verse 2: Fashawn] Properly medicated and probably the most debated Obviously dedicated, discography underrated And it's preposterous how I'm popping up on this station Used to be one of poverty's most popular faces Niggas try copying and pasting but couldn't copy the cadence Don't be surprised I keep pocketing paper Profits is major Is the population of Rastas out in Jamaica my posse nothing to play with From a rock o' a Venezuela Moving more product then El Chapo and the Lavers Don't even call me an M.C., I'm an ogre I'm a meteorite, these niggas mediocre I'd rather be considered an O.G. when its over In a tinted limousine blowing weed at my chauffeurs Don Santiago on behalf of my Rallos Been married to the mob, Jasmine Solano (Nigga) [Hook: Skyzoo (King Mez)] Hearing the melody, and hear what it's telling me (Yeah) I stood tall next to it to hear what they let it be (Fresh.. Air) I stood tall next to it for fear what it never be And I be on my own when i hear what it's telling me, uh-huh [Verse 3: King Mez] Hearing my melody make me liable for felonies R-A-K I-M with it, what ya'll niggas telling me Definitely won't be maturing if it don't help better me Olympic set is on, niggas should probably medal me Only gold, mental official because I know phony 'fo People with opinions that matter gonna tell you homie go Its more the music to me ya'll niggas only 'bout the money While I'm next to italic buttons like homie bold King Mez-a-Tron, Sans shots to connoisseurs Who watch the movie and show love to artists on the scores And shouts to artists who cool with being my targets And sweating bullets because I know I can be murder on you pores Too fast home get enough when I drop And know that everybody know that I be something to stop It's probably why I button all my button-ups to the top My flow classy niggas so don't ash me... yeah [Hook: Skyzoo] Hearing the melody, and hear what it's telling me I stood tall next to it to hear what they let it be I stood tall next to it for fear what it never be And i be on my own when I hear what it's telling me, uh-huh