9th Wonder, Skyzoo, Fashawn, Mez - Hearing the Melody lyrics
[9th Wonder, Skyzoo, Fashawn, Mez - Hearing the Melody lyrics]
Yeah, I'm hearing the melody
Yeah, I'm hearing the melody
Yeah, 9th Wonderful Tunes
Yeah, they tryna hear it though
(they tryna hear it though)
Ok, they tryna hear it though
(they tryna hear it though)
OK for everything the melody be and
What you get to perceive
It's all dependent on the steps and
What they've yet to believe
I put a cape on did it
For the steps where I be
I got my J off and made
'em wanna step in my three's
And if ever you should attempt you
Steppin' through to the trench
And if you should live to recall
It you'll never do this again
And if you should live to be honest
You'll let it do what it promised
I promise to be the reason
My hood gets another honor
Christopher did it first
Skyler the second coming
I knew when I saw that hearse that
I got to keep up the runnings
Knew if you caught a verse then
You'd probably want to tuck it
Let the drumming be the talk of The Current
And written in for every Ace and every
Mitch or every Rico in your glare
Or AZ or Rich and the Alpo was really there
The shit that screams are made of
Living dreams and wake-ups
And using handbooks to hide the paper
I'm hearing the melody
Hearing the melody
And hear what it's telling me
I stood tall next to it to
Hear what they let it be
I stood tall next to it for
Fear what it never be (9th)
And I be on my own when
I hear what it's telling me, uh huh
(Told you I got you)
Properly medicated and probably
The most debated
Obviously dedicated, discography underrated
And it's preposterous how I'm popping
Up on this station used to be one of
Poverty's most popular faces
Niggas try copying and pasting but
Couldn't copy the cadence
Don't be surprised I keep pocketing paper
Profit's is major
Is the population of Rastas out in Jamaica
My posse nothing to play with
From a rock o' a Venezuela
Moving more product then El
Chapo and the Lavers
Don't even call me an MC, I'm an ogre
I'm a meteorite, these niggas mediocre
I'd rather be considered an OG when it's over
In a tinted limousine blowing
Weed at my chauffeurs
Don Santiago on behalf of my Rallos
Been married to the mob, Jasmine Solano
(Nigga)
Hearing the melody
And hear what it's telling me (yeah)
I stood tall next to it to
Hear what they let it be (Fresh air)
I stood tall next to it for
Fear what it never be
And I be on my own when
I hear what it's telling me, uh huh
Hearing my melody make me liable for felonies
R-A-K IM with it
What ya'll niggas telling me
Definitely won't be maturing if it
Don't help better me olympic set is on
Niggas should probably medal me only gold
Mental official because I know phony 'fo
People with opinions that matter gonna
Tell you homie go
Its more the music to me ya'll
Niggas only 'bout the money
While I'm next to italic
Buttons like homie bold
King Mez-a Tron, Sans shots to connoisseurs
Who watch the movie and show love
To artists on the scores
And shouts to artists who cool
With being my targets
And sweating bullets because I know I
Can be murder on you pores
Too fast home get enough when I drop
And know that everybody know that
I be something to stop
It's probably why I button all
My button-ups to the top
My flow classy niggas so don't ash me yeah
Hearing the melody
And hear what it's telling me
I stood tall next to it to
Hear what they let it be
I stood tall next to it for
Fear what it never be
And i be on my own when
I hear what it's telling me, uh huh
Yeah, I'm hearing the melody
Yeah, 9th Wonderful Tunes
Yeah, they tryna hear it though
(they tryna hear it though)
Ok, they tryna hear it though
(they tryna hear it though)
OK for everything the melody be and
What you get to perceive
It's all dependent on the steps and
What they've yet to believe
I put a cape on did it
For the steps where I be
I got my J off and made
'em wanna step in my three's
And if ever you should attempt you
Steppin' through to the trench
And if you should live to recall
It you'll never do this again
And if you should live to be honest
You'll let it do what it promised
I promise to be the reason
My hood gets another honor
Christopher did it first
Skyler the second coming
I knew when I saw that hearse that
I got to keep up the runnings
Knew if you caught a verse then
You'd probably want to tuck it
Let the drumming be the talk of The Current
And written in for every Ace and every
Mitch or every Rico in your glare
Or AZ or Rich and the Alpo was really there
The shit that screams are made of
Living dreams and wake-ups
And using handbooks to hide the paper
I'm hearing the melody
Hearing the melody
And hear what it's telling me
I stood tall next to it to
Hear what they let it be
I stood tall next to it for
Fear what it never be (9th)
And I be on my own when
I hear what it's telling me, uh huh
(Told you I got you)
Properly medicated and probably
The most debated
Obviously dedicated, discography underrated
And it's preposterous how I'm popping
Up on this station used to be one of
Poverty's most popular faces
Niggas try copying and pasting but
Couldn't copy the cadence
Don't be surprised I keep pocketing paper
Profit's is major
Is the population of Rastas out in Jamaica
My posse nothing to play with
From a rock o' a Venezuela
Moving more product then El
Chapo and the Lavers
Don't even call me an MC, I'm an ogre
I'm a meteorite, these niggas mediocre
I'd rather be considered an OG when it's over
In a tinted limousine blowing
Weed at my chauffeurs
Don Santiago on behalf of my Rallos
Been married to the mob, Jasmine Solano
(Nigga)
Hearing the melody
And hear what it's telling me (yeah)
I stood tall next to it to
Hear what they let it be (Fresh air)
I stood tall next to it for
Fear what it never be
And I be on my own when
I hear what it's telling me, uh huh
Hearing my melody make me liable for felonies
R-A-K IM with it
What ya'll niggas telling me
Definitely won't be maturing if it
Don't help better me olympic set is on
Niggas should probably medal me only gold
Mental official because I know phony 'fo
People with opinions that matter gonna
Tell you homie go
Its more the music to me ya'll
Niggas only 'bout the money
While I'm next to italic
Buttons like homie bold
King Mez-a Tron, Sans shots to connoisseurs
Who watch the movie and show love
To artists on the scores
And shouts to artists who cool
With being my targets
And sweating bullets because I know I
Can be murder on you pores
Too fast home get enough when I drop
And know that everybody know that
I be something to stop
It's probably why I button all
My button-ups to the top
My flow classy niggas so don't ash me yeah
Hearing the melody
And hear what it's telling me
I stood tall next to it to
Hear what they let it be
I stood tall next to it for
Fear what it never be
And i be on my own when
I hear what it's telling me, uh huh