Hook:
I really tried to tell em dog.
But they ain't listening.
I spit it in their face dog.
But they ain't listening.
It's really just a taste dog.
But they ain't listening.
I really can't wait dog.
But they ain't listening.
I really tried to tell em dog.
But they ain't listening.
I spit it in their face dog.
But they ain't listening.
It's really just a taste dog.
But they ain't listening.
I really can't wait dog.
Ayo, listen up.
Verse:
I really can't wait dog, I'm back on the scene.
Outkast of my city, so fresh so clean.
I'm back up in this bitch, back up, back up in this bitch.
And you try to hold me back, you getting smacked up in this bitch.
Bigger than Biggie Smalls draws.
Dropping jaws like I was meant to never fall off.
Catch em with a sawed off.
Hit em with a raw paw.
Break his glass jaw dog.
Spit these bars from my balls.
Rotten like a dead dog.
Better keep ya tongue calm when you calling Rott dog.
He don't really play dog, so watch what you play dog.
I don't really play dog, get it every day dog.
Word play AK semi with the safe off.
I just want to live and give more than I take.
Man I been a lot of things, but I never been fake.
Reaching for my fate, cuz I just can't wait dog.
Dissipate the hate and regulate like Nate Dog.
Hook:
I really tried to tell em dog.
But they ain't listening.
I spit it in their face dog.
But they ain't listening.
It's really just a taste dog.
But they ain't listening.
I really can't wait dog.
But they ain't listening.
I really tried to tell em dog.
But they ain't listening.
I spit it in their face dog.
But they ain't listening.
It's really just a taste dog.
But they ain't listening.
I really can't wait dog.
Ayo, listen up.
Verse Two: (The Inspektor)
I really tried to tell them but naw they ain't listening.
Really try to teach em but I'll have to expel them.
Respect me they missing it.
Chef with a speech that can wreck so I kitchen it.
Correct me I'm flicking ya off.
Spitting hot sauce they can't stop dipping it.
Let the gun pop off.
Its a metaphor for my tongue having fun taking tops off.
Leave ya brain numb well dog ya shoulda listened then.
Now the people searching all confused like itching ya face it's a case closed.
Body in the ocean waves rippling.
Shotty leave ya sloppy with ya frame repositioning.
Leave ya curt Cobained the barrel stay sizzling.
Gun push ya body fat like the michilin.
Tire man let the iron crack til I'm tired man.
Make ya Scream hitting high notes like Mariah can.
Empty the clip then I'll go samurai ya man.
Slash slash slash I'm leaving roses.
Bother me no I'm spitting flows and constantly blowing fire man.
I'm the man that can fire men.
I inspire plans for the type of violent man pushing violence man.
Silence of the lambs flow.
Driving round the city in a shitty ass car no lambo.
But I'm packing heat like Rambo.
Life full of crime its a sign that ya mufuckas might wanna listen.
credits
from 12-30,
released July 13, 2016
The Inspektor
Prolific Mexico City rapper SPEAK ponders the self-isolated age on a booming EP, recorded live in his kitchen during quarantine. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 24, 2020