The Listening

Yo, I bought a brand new album today Decide to take it home kick off my shoes relax and play And spin it for the whole joint 'cause I like to get the whole point Music is everything to me and I refuse to rock the piece 'Cause you're my favorite emcee All I want is what you would ask of me hi kwelity And some Definition Wonder why we bootleg like it's prohibition It's difficult it's dismissing I got suspicions that your ears to the streets where we're whispering Are you listening? I took your LP to DC, where some youngins Gave me the LD on how it should be Make sure the beat knock till the trunk pop And everybody pause when you cruise down the block Roll down your window and they ask what you playin' But don't nobody care what you're sayin' That's what they told me y'all This is a message for our people chasing Benjamins With real rhymes and skills they believing in Keeping them bad tapes rolling like Michelin It don't matter, 'cause niggaz ain't listening They ain't listening, they thinkin' 'bout they Timbalands They say the shit we talk about ain't interestin' We got a better chance of blowing up in Switzerland Holla if you hear it, 'cause niggaz ain't listening Music was my sanctuary so I take a long listen To hip hop living out my life in songs wishin' My parents, I could get along with them So I would go inside my room and dig deep inside the strong rhythms Back when fresh was the word and raw was on prism Marley on the boards, plus Kane was long livin' G rap and A spittin' murderous Bought long live the kane, sat down and learned every word of it Sneakin' my walkman in the homeroom playin' it Listen for punchlines delivery and cadences But nowadays it's like niggaz wanna play with it They hear some good shit but don't stop to savor it Like one night we was out in my whip With some broads just chillin', playin' demos and shit Asked 'em how I sounded rockin' the mike One chick told me all she listened to was beats, thank God for ninth Trying to get pressed on vinyl 'cause muh'fuckers buy your CD But turn around don't even know your song titles Like track 2 is hot and track 6 is long Ain't even listening, I'm hoping I get through to y'all This is a message for our people chasing Benjamins With real rhymes and skills they believing in Keeping them bad tapes rolling like Michelin It don't matter, 'cause niggaz ain't listening They ain't listening, they thinkin' 'bout they Timbalands They say the shit we talk about ain't interestin' We got a better chance of blowing up in Switzerland Holla if you hear it, 'cause niggaz ain't listening Fly Motorola diploma style for ice niggaz Asparagus rosemary chips for all my nice niggaz We roll through niggaz masked in vengeance U-Haul emcees chasing Brown Sugars And you thought that it would never happen Thought that it would never happen My clever rappin' keeps my celery growing Judy Jetson up in Elroy's, thought he was home With the Gold Bond Armor-All fatigues on Rosey in the pantry with Velma and Shaggy getting they lean on He sweeter that a Whitney Hous' track hittin' them high notes And Alex Keaton always frontin' like he high post Screaming on Justine when he flippin' the script Tony Danza left a playa celibate Rippin' rhymes for the hell of it Check all these bitches on my Soul Glow city Walkin' 'round with Madagascar titties Imported for my Cole Train leaves ya elephant niggaz Yo peace Jovan, the sky be purple and orange This is a message for our people chasing Benjamins With real rhymes and skills they believing in Keeping them bad tapes rolling like Michelin It don't matter, 'cause niggaz ain't listening They ain't listening, they thinkin' 'bout they Timbalands They say the shit we talk about ain't interestin' We got a better chance of blowing up in Switzerland Holla if you hear it, 'cause niggaz ain't listening