For Those Who Don't Know Lyrics
| Song | For Those Who Don't Know |
| Artist | Opio |
| Album | Triangulation Station |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Opio | |
| I told 'em - they wouldn't listen! | |
| I told 'em - I tried to tell 'em | |
| I told 'em - they wouldn't listen! | |
| I told 'em - I tried to tell 'em | |
| Yo, I'm deep in the cosmos, almost light years | |
| But I'm right here, never by queers, it's all old | |
| Dwellin in the chairs of the balcony, shoutin these | |
| Vo-cals, so loud, they blow out the whole crowd | |
| Thousand weak minds try to come my way | |
| Only talkin sodomy and gunplay, I'm like a sun ray | |
| Rhymes pure energy, aligns with energy | |
| And some say the chemistry is like the death penalty | |
| It's me, unfair, cause you trapped and snared | |
| In a system designed to collapse you player (look over there) | |
| Mathematicians and astrophysicists | |
| Try to calculate my position, I'm on a mission for collision | |
| 'til all skyscrapers on the earth quake | |
| Shifting continental plates with my mental straight (great) | |
| I'm a natural, ****in up your high | |
| Like a bad capsule or sniffin ya with crushed glass (oh no) | |
| The hole in | |
| [Chorus] | |
| The ozone layer gettin thinner | |
| The world is movin faster, everything is quicker - they wouldn't listen! | |
| I won't slip or fall 'til I hit the hall of fame | |
| Or die in vain, they can't stop the strain | |
| I tried to tell 'em - it was all the same 'til the coppers came | |
| Even Cochran sayin they cain't stop us mayne | |
| I told 'em - they wouldn't listen! | |
| I told 'em - I tried to tell 'em | |
| [Opio] | |
| Bitches hate me; callin me a egomaniac | |
| But women love me; admire how my brain reacts | |
| And adapts to, each situation | |
| Scenarios I'm facin, those lariats and chains | |
| Could not restrain, the way I slice through the air | |
| Like a kingfish, or a bullet when you squeeze triggers | |
| From the heater sizzler, in the grasp of an insecure man | |
| He'll end up with blood on his hands | |
| Get on the stand start snitchin the intricate details | |
| Cause in jail he's the same as a female! | |
| I tell chicks - YO, send me a e-mail | |
| Just because I'm worldwide, don't blow up my NexTel | |
| Sex sells, so without a video with all them silly hoes | |
| I wonder would he go gold or get ten sales? | |
| Me, I see about thirty thousand | |
| They still be bumpin my shit in urban housing | |
| Now, multiply that by five | |
| You'll see I'm not greedy, rapper survival | |
| So I'm libel to pat your pockets if you don't got my dough | |
| Show promoters like Frasier and Niles | |
| Suckers, manic-depressives, don't try it | |
| We don't need a silencer or a side door | |
| Get stole on and stomped right there on the floor | |
| Hardcore, or hard wood, or linoleum, or carpet | |
| Don't start it, we throwin 'em | |
| Wet 'em up with petroleum then bounce rock skate | |
| To the Waldorf Astoria, with chitlins from Georgia | |
| That want a late night orgy and more euphoria - I told 'em | |
| [Chorus] |
| zuo qu : Opio | |
| I told ' em they wouldn' t listen! | |
| I told ' em I tried to tell ' em | |
| I told ' em they wouldn' t listen! | |
| I told ' em I tried to tell ' em | |
| Yo, I' m deep in the cosmos, almost light years | |
| But I' m right here, never by queers, it' s all old | |
| Dwellin in the chairs of the balcony, shoutin these | |
| Vocals, so loud, they blow out the whole crowd | |
| Thousand weak minds try to come my way | |
| Only talkin sodomy and gunplay, I' m like a sun ray | |
| Rhymes pure energy, aligns with energy | |
| And some say the chemistry is like the death penalty | |
| It' s me, unfair, cause you trapped and snared | |
| In a system designed to collapse you player look over there | |
| Mathematicians and astrophysicists | |
| Try to calculate my position, I' m on a mission for collision | |
| ' til all skyscrapers on the earth quake | |
| Shifting continental plates with my mental straight great | |
| I' m a natural, in up your high | |
| Like a bad capsule or sniffin ya with crushed glass oh no | |
| The hole in | |
| Chorus | |
| The ozone layer gettin thinner | |
| The world is movin faster, everything is quicker they wouldn' t listen! | |
| I won' t slip or fall ' til I hit the hall of fame | |
| Or die in vain, they can' t stop the strain | |
| I tried to tell ' em it was all the same ' til the coppers came | |
| Even Cochran sayin they cain' t stop us mayne | |
| I told ' em they wouldn' t listen! | |
| I told ' em I tried to tell ' em | |
| Opio | |
| Bitches hate me callin me a egomaniac | |
| But women love me admire how my brain reacts | |
| And adapts to, each situation | |
| Scenarios I' m facin, those lariats and chains | |
| Could not restrain, the way I slice through the air | |
| Like a kingfish, or a bullet when you squeeze triggers | |
| From the heater sizzler, in the grasp of an insecure man | |
| He' ll end up with blood on his hands | |
| Get on the stand start snitchin the intricate details | |
| Cause in jail he' s the same as a female! | |
| I tell chicks YO, send me a email | |
| Just because I' m worldwide, don' t blow up my NexTel | |
| Sex sells, so without a video with all them silly hoes | |
| I wonder would he go gold or get ten sales? | |
| Me, I see about thirty thousand | |
| They still be bumpin my shit in urban housing | |
| Now, multiply that by five | |
| You' ll see I' m not greedy, rapper survival | |
| So I' m libel to pat your pockets if you don' t got my dough | |
| Show promoters like Frasier and Niles | |
| Suckers, manicdepressives, don' t try it | |
| We don' t need a silencer or a side door | |
| Get stole on and stomped right there on the floor | |
| Hardcore, or hard wood, or linoleum, or carpet | |
| Don' t start it, we throwin ' em | |
| Wet ' em up with petroleum then bounce rock skate | |
| To the Waldorf Astoria, with chitlins from Georgia | |
| That want a late night orgy and more euphoria I told ' em | |
| Chorus |
| zuò qǔ : Opio | |
| I told ' em they wouldn' t listen! | |
| I told ' em I tried to tell ' em | |
| I told ' em they wouldn' t listen! | |
| I told ' em I tried to tell ' em | |
| Yo, I' m deep in the cosmos, almost light years | |
| But I' m right here, never by queers, it' s all old | |
| Dwellin in the chairs of the balcony, shoutin these | |
| Vocals, so loud, they blow out the whole crowd | |
| Thousand weak minds try to come my way | |
| Only talkin sodomy and gunplay, I' m like a sun ray | |
| Rhymes pure energy, aligns with energy | |
| And some say the chemistry is like the death penalty | |
| It' s me, unfair, cause you trapped and snared | |
| In a system designed to collapse you player look over there | |
| Mathematicians and astrophysicists | |
| Try to calculate my position, I' m on a mission for collision | |
| ' til all skyscrapers on the earth quake | |
| Shifting continental plates with my mental straight great | |
| I' m a natural, in up your high | |
| Like a bad capsule or sniffin ya with crushed glass oh no | |
| The hole in | |
| Chorus | |
| The ozone layer gettin thinner | |
| The world is movin faster, everything is quicker they wouldn' t listen! | |
| I won' t slip or fall ' til I hit the hall of fame | |
| Or die in vain, they can' t stop the strain | |
| I tried to tell ' em it was all the same ' til the coppers came | |
| Even Cochran sayin they cain' t stop us mayne | |
| I told ' em they wouldn' t listen! | |
| I told ' em I tried to tell ' em | |
| Opio | |
| Bitches hate me callin me a egomaniac | |
| But women love me admire how my brain reacts | |
| And adapts to, each situation | |
| Scenarios I' m facin, those lariats and chains | |
| Could not restrain, the way I slice through the air | |
| Like a kingfish, or a bullet when you squeeze triggers | |
| From the heater sizzler, in the grasp of an insecure man | |
| He' ll end up with blood on his hands | |
| Get on the stand start snitchin the intricate details | |
| Cause in jail he' s the same as a female! | |
| I tell chicks YO, send me a email | |
| Just because I' m worldwide, don' t blow up my NexTel | |
| Sex sells, so without a video with all them silly hoes | |
| I wonder would he go gold or get ten sales? | |
| Me, I see about thirty thousand | |
| They still be bumpin my shit in urban housing | |
| Now, multiply that by five | |
| You' ll see I' m not greedy, rapper survival | |
| So I' m libel to pat your pockets if you don' t got my dough | |
| Show promoters like Frasier and Niles | |
| Suckers, manicdepressives, don' t try it | |
| We don' t need a silencer or a side door | |
| Get stole on and stomped right there on the floor | |
| Hardcore, or hard wood, or linoleum, or carpet | |
| Don' t start it, we throwin ' em | |
| Wet ' em up with petroleum then bounce rock skate | |
| To the Waldorf Astoria, with chitlins from Georgia | |
| That want a late night orgy and more euphoria I told ' em | |
| Chorus |
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