[Intro]

Oh, dang

Seth, Seth Hirsch

Aye!

[Chorus]

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Is this thing on? (let me know)

Did I do my job? (let me know)

Can I kick it? (let me know)

Do you feel it? (let me know)

Let me know, let me know

Let me know, let me know

Let me know, let me know

Let me know, let me know

Is this thing on? (let me know)

Did I do my job? (let me know)

Can I kick it? (let me know)

Do you feel it? (let me know)

[Verse 1]

They told me roll the dice

But didn’t know there’s Midas in my knuckles

Flying spirals touching doubles, finest Heismans in my huddle

Once upon a hustle, moved on from Rapunzel to my dungeon

Crown Heights, I scored the sword from stone, performed the Ickey Shuffle

It’s a crying shame, look at me the phoenix in the lion’s den

Fleeing out the frying pan to put the hate on ice again

Filling out this form again, so mornings I am sorta fed

No hip hop heads will snore on Seth

Those sleeping are in a morgue in bed

Morgan out to Bedford catching tickets on my skateboard

Undercover issue, rappers diss you, when you get under their skin tissue

And over their minds

Mine is a gold and coal mine combined

So applying pressure gets you diamonds

Squeezed out the tear ducts from both my eyes

My solo mission with rojo lipstick they’re blowing kisses

Showing no interest, need to keep it at no instances or coincidences

Limitless I’m Bradley Cooper with the pills

Rally up the troops to alley oop the dude

Like the crown at Loudville (ok!)

[Chorus]

Let me know, let me know

Let me know, let me know

Let me know, let me know

Let me know, let me know

Is this thing on? (let me know)

Did I do my job? (let me know)

Can I kick it? (let me know)

Do you feel it? (let me know)

Let me know, let me know

Let me know, let me know

Let me know, let me know

Let me know, let me know

Is this thing on? (let me know)

Did I do my job? (let me know)

Can I kick it? (let me know)

Do you feel it? (let me know)

[Verse 2]

I’m going on my tangent, no cosign, no checks to cash

Went to Seventh Ave to get a cab but all my credit’s maxed

Hundred meter dash, I’m Michael Johnson with a Nike sponsor

Record stop watch timer conquered by my swift departure

Do you follow me?

Chocolate chip waffle me (le’ go!)

I was comatose then woke up in the studio, coffee me

Ronald McDonald MC’s

Model T carbon copy clowns to me

Sound like Bobby Brown to me

No longer looking down on me (aye)

My Momma’s latkes, I’m sizzling, sipping Tropicana

Was chilling at Quad spitting off of the oblongata

Little Simba on the rocks with his papa Mufasa

Mi casa, su casa

We ‘bout to be in the building I’m knocking, yeah

These beats bumping I’m a heated oven ‘bout to bake

I swear I’m ‘bout the bread and ‘bout the cake

I don’t stay around you flakes

Counterfeits get off my counterweights, records ‘bout to break

Every second I had to wait

And now I’m out the gate (oh!)

[Chorus]

Let me know, let me know

Let me know, let me know

Let me know, let me know

Let me know, let me know

Is this thing on? (let me know)

Did I do my job? (let me know)

Can I kick it? (let me know)

Do you feel it? (let me know)

Let me know, let me know

Let me know, let me know

Let me know, let me know

Let me know, let me know

Is this thing on? (let me know)

Did I do my job? (let me know)

Can I kick it? (let me know)

Do you feel it? (let me know)