Anybody Listening

Hello? Hello?

Hello?

(Anybody listening?)

Yeah, can you hear me?

(Oh, no reply at all)

Ha, come on

(Is anybody listening?)

(Oh, no reply at all)

One, two, one, two

Yeah

(Is anybody listening?)

(Oh, no reply at all)

What to I gotta do to make you pay attention?

Yeah, uh

Now this is more than a business

Much more than a kid trying to get rich

Live this like it's an addiction

Spit this whether anybody listens

I don't know if you really hearing me

But these lyrics seem to be my therapy

Guaranteed, I hear the beat

My stressed gets released till I feel at peace

And I feel pretty fortunate

Even though I never made a fortune yet

A lot of these cats tryna make it in rap

They get nothing back, no feedback their whole life

Something to say with no mic

Incredible skill but no hype

I spit it for the ones never heard

Who spend every day

Tryna make this work, but

(Is anybody listening?)

Is anybody listening?

(Oh, no reply at all)

(Is anybody listening?)

(Oh, no reply at all)

One, two, one, two

Yeah, uh

Okay, here we go again

Roll the weed and put the stereo to ten

You know what you got in your boombox banging

Unorthodox like Boondock Saints is

Take notes on how I stay dope

Upgrade the flow and keep the faith, go

Bend the example, play the scapegoat

But I shoot to get high and go damn low

Now could I take attendance

And give props to those who pay attention?

Listen to the flow and the way that we blend 'em

When we create an event, and we did it all independent

Well, come on, it'll only take a minute

Same old plans with a Yankee fitted

Still infield, never changed the digits

I'm cool where I'm at, don't hate, just listen

Come on

(Is anybody listening?)

Is anybody listening? huh?

(Oh, no reply at all)

(Is anybody listening?)

(Oh, no reply at all)

Yeah

One, two, one, two

Look, this is more than beats and hooks

Thieves and crooks or reading books

More than getting lifted with your boy, twisted

Friday night at the club, double fisting

This shit's a way of life

I now it's cliché but my DJ say I'm right

We eat and breath this without a recess

Always on the mind like priests with Jesus

Playing it out, get strategic

Write my life like a thesis

I break this down into pieces

Nope, no flukes, work hard to achieve this

Beat bang but still I speak and spit

With substance that'll fill me needs

Treat hip-hop like it's my religion

So yeah, I'm sincere, thank you for listening

(Is anybody listening?)

Huh?

(Oh, no reply at all)

(Is anybody listening?)

(Oh, no reply at all)

One, two, one, two

(Is anybody listening?)

Can you hear that? Ha

(Oh, there's no reply at all)

Can't hear you, nah I can't hear you

(Is anybody listening?)

(Oh, no reply at all)

Uh, yeah, I can't hear you

Ah, I can't hear ya