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, I refuse to rock the piece

'Cause you're my favorite MC

All I want is what you would ask of me

High quality in some definition

Wonder why we bootleg like it's prohibition

It's difficult, it's dismissing

I got suspicions that your ear's to the street 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 Michellins

It don't matter, 'cause **** ain't listening

They ain't listening, they thinkin' 'bout they Timberlands

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 **** 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 within 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 Ace 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 **** 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 mic

One chick told me all she listened to was beats, thank God for 9th

Trying to get it pressed on vinyl 'cause muh'fuckers buy your CD

But turn around, don't even know your song titles

Like track two is hot, but track six 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 Michellins

It don't matter, 'cause **** ain't listening

They ain't listening, they thinkin' 'bout them Timberlands

They say the shit we talk about ain't interestin'

We got a better chance of blowing up in Switzerland

Ayo, there go that bullshit again

Ayo, fly Motorola diploma style for ice ****

Asparagus rosary chips for all my nice ****

We roll through ****, masked avengers

U-Haul MCs 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 than a Willie Hutch 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 Coltrane leisure elephant ****

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 Michellins

It don't matter, 'cause **** ain't listening

They ain't listening, they thinkin' 'bout they Timberlands

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 **** ain't listenin'

WJLR Bam! The future of hip hop music

WJLR, J.U.S.T.I.C.E League Radio on your FM dial, what's goin' on?

It's yours truly, Tiggalo, the rap giggalo

Holdin' it down on the graveyard shift, straight three to six action

For all y'all midnight maneuverers and marauders

And all that, probably out creepin' on your girl at least, cut that out

But yo, just keep it locked, I'm 'bout to bounce

Stay tuned, comin' up next my man Chaundon, the Back Twista

Holdin' it down for the morning drive, holdin' it down for y'all mornin' madness style

So yo, just keep in touch, stay up, peace

Keep listenin' WJLR, we represent the real and not the fake

Peace

I don't wanna go alone without ya

Wish I had someone to come and take me home

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