The Listening

[Produced by 9th Wonder] [Verse 1] 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 'til 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 [Hook] This is a message for our people chasing benjamins With real rhymes and skills they believing in Keeping them bad tapes rolling like michellin It don't matter, cause niggas 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 niggas ain't listening [Verse 2] 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 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 niggas 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 9th 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 [Hook] [Verse 3: Phonte & Rapper Big Pooh] Fly Motorola diploma style ice niggas Asparagus rosemary chips for all my nice niggas We roll through niggas masked in vengeance U-Haul emcess 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 niggas Yo peace Jovan the sky be purple and orange [Interlude: Phonte & Rapper Big Pooh] Yo what the-- Man, eh yo, eh what the fuck you doin' dog? (I can't read this, this shit don't make sense) Nigga that ain't the way we, man, you been kickin' that shit all god damn night though (I mean it don't make sense right now though) Man that shit sound bad man (I mean your shit sound bad too nigga, I mean) I know but I'm sayin', but niggas man, you know what niggas, niggas want that hot shit nigga Man, niggas don't give a fuck about no lyrics no more ... Yea, word, we can make this shit hot (Let's kick the muthafuckin' hook again) Let's bring that hook back (Make me hot Pete) [Hook] [Outro] "WJLR Bam! The future of hip hop music" WJLR, Justus League Radio on your FM dial, what's goin on It's your 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 stay 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 Like you)