Dear Listener Lowkey

[Verse 1]
This is for my people that miss me, I know you needed this
Every single stroke of the pen is a stroke of genius
Other than my cd, you ain’t heard a flow as deep as this
Every verse should be treated like the mona lisa is
And yeah you might have the upper hand, if we’re speaking dough
And yeah I understand that you get a G for shows
But all you’ve ever done is boast, with your feeble flow
My music’s touch more peoples souls than I could even know
My whole heart, that’s what I give to my fans
A listener’s tear is worth more than a mil in my hand
All you talk about is flipping grams and triggers that bang
Me, I consider lyricism, a privilege fam
When it comes to putting words together its certain that I’m better
Every verse you heard is like a personal letter
So when I die, my fans can say they all knew me
Lowkey, Double P, Yours Truly

(i feel, so hear)

[Verse 2]
This is for those praying through hell, till they’re in paradise
I cry blood for the children of palestine
My life’s left me so emotionally paralyzed
I couldn’t even cry in a funeral where my nana died
My words are swords, have served their cause like a samurai
Cameras spy on the average guy weaving through traffic lights
These are savage times, expand your mind and analyze
Don’t glamorize the gangster life, like these other rappers might
Haters stay around me like, satellites orbit
You don’t want to see the pair of guys I strategize war with
Peoples army work it, you batty guys forfeit
Not jamaican but I’m eating with my akhi like swordfish
When it comes to putting words together its certain that I’m better
Every verse you heard is like a personal letter
So when I die, my fans can say they all knew me
Lowkey, people’s army, yours truly