Akua Naru - Heard lyrics
[Akua Naru - Heard lyrics]
(Just want to be heard) Yo
You know, like I know, what it
Means to be heard and seen, undisturbed
Rock live, hear the crowd sing the words
Paint your passion in the verse till it hurts
Search
As rap blogs debate the craft of your work
(Heard) watch the birth of an album sold
Won the platinum
The fact that cats on that Spike Lee
We gotta have it
Anita sung with such rapture
Sweet as young laughter
Swingin' they arms as my
Song charms they ghettoblaster (Heard)
Come off braggin’ 'bout your talent to
The pastor, to the mail man, whoever
Half flattered, half embarrassed, tell 'em
That your song’s on the radio
Story, play me close
And they got your girl on daily rot
(Heard) tation
It's crazy yo, started on a sticky note
Ended in the crowd as a
Sound in a stranger's throat
A Facebook post
Somebody claim you wrote their favorite quote
And they felt the pain you wrote
With each line you labored for heard
How you listen to the radio
The radio ra ra radio
How you listen to the radio claim
Claim hip hop is dead? How you listen
How you listen to the ra-r-r radio
How you listen to the radio
Listen to the radio claim hip hop is dead?
(Just want to be heard) Yo
You know, like I know
What it means to be heard
If not my history shows the trail of silence
Confiscation of words
Violence against stories born, never told
What happened
Do they dry up like the dreams
In that old Hughes poem? (Heard)
I reminisce on how it all started out
Used to beg for a crowd
Thought I was whack before I opened my mouth
Somebody said, "God bless the female child
Who got her own road, the shit sounds phat
We sing along to the song, yo" (Heard)
Love hip hop
Supersedes the love it don't got
For us, drop it like it's
Hot and top the world, watch
(Rock) guess our story's too deep
For those who'd rather
Listen as we slidin' down
Poles for the camera, exposed
(Heard)
Where my mouth closed, moan for the answer
Show ’em who the boss, Tony Danza
Get your hands up
’Cause your narrative deserves a platform
And a turn to know what it
Feels like to be heard
How you listen to the radio
The radio ra ra radio
How you listen to the radio claim
Claim hip hop is dead? How you listen
How you listen to the ra-r-r radio
How you listen to the radio
Listen to the radio claim hip hop is dead?
(Just want to be heard) Tell me
What does it mean to be heard
And seen? You'll notice me
My voice here was sewn in
Between hopes and dreams
Frustrated, my pen a pistol waving
Nobody move, I blast off on your pages
(Heard) came a long way from
Singing at colder plantations
To that church girl honin’ her
Flow up in the basement
Vivid imagination run wild, heart racin'
Dream of rockin' the mic'
Like Shante and Daddy Kane did (Heard)
Closed eyes, young mind trapped in amazement
See the crowd, smell the sweat
Feel the dance on the pavement
Feel that bass kick, catch my ride
Starts to fade quick
Big sound just a radiator vibrating (Heard)
From the line of the people who rise
Survive slavery (Heard)
Mass hangings, Reaganomics of the eighties
(Heard)
We’re back saying, "Fuck all y'all naysayers"
(Heard)
Me and these rhymes, we gon' make it heard
You know, like I know, what it
Means to be heard and seen, undisturbed
Rock live, hear the crowd sing the words
Paint your passion in the verse till it hurts
Search
As rap blogs debate the craft of your work
(Heard) watch the birth of an album sold
Won the platinum
The fact that cats on that Spike Lee
We gotta have it
Anita sung with such rapture
Sweet as young laughter
Swingin' they arms as my
Song charms they ghettoblaster (Heard)
Come off braggin’ 'bout your talent to
The pastor, to the mail man, whoever
Half flattered, half embarrassed, tell 'em
That your song’s on the radio
Story, play me close
And they got your girl on daily rot
(Heard) tation
It's crazy yo, started on a sticky note
Ended in the crowd as a
Sound in a stranger's throat
A Facebook post
Somebody claim you wrote their favorite quote
And they felt the pain you wrote
With each line you labored for heard
How you listen to the radio
The radio ra ra radio
How you listen to the radio claim
Claim hip hop is dead? How you listen
How you listen to the ra-r-r radio
How you listen to the radio
Listen to the radio claim hip hop is dead?
(Just want to be heard) Yo
You know, like I know
What it means to be heard
If not my history shows the trail of silence
Confiscation of words
Violence against stories born, never told
What happened
Do they dry up like the dreams
In that old Hughes poem? (Heard)
I reminisce on how it all started out
Used to beg for a crowd
Thought I was whack before I opened my mouth
Somebody said, "God bless the female child
Who got her own road, the shit sounds phat
We sing along to the song, yo" (Heard)
Love hip hop
Supersedes the love it don't got
For us, drop it like it's
Hot and top the world, watch
(Rock) guess our story's too deep
For those who'd rather
Listen as we slidin' down
Poles for the camera, exposed
(Heard)
Where my mouth closed, moan for the answer
Show ’em who the boss, Tony Danza
Get your hands up
’Cause your narrative deserves a platform
And a turn to know what it
Feels like to be heard
How you listen to the radio
The radio ra ra radio
How you listen to the radio claim
Claim hip hop is dead? How you listen
How you listen to the ra-r-r radio
How you listen to the radio
Listen to the radio claim hip hop is dead?
(Just want to be heard) Tell me
What does it mean to be heard
And seen? You'll notice me
My voice here was sewn in
Between hopes and dreams
Frustrated, my pen a pistol waving
Nobody move, I blast off on your pages
(Heard) came a long way from
Singing at colder plantations
To that church girl honin’ her
Flow up in the basement
Vivid imagination run wild, heart racin'
Dream of rockin' the mic'
Like Shante and Daddy Kane did (Heard)
Closed eyes, young mind trapped in amazement
See the crowd, smell the sweat
Feel the dance on the pavement
Feel that bass kick, catch my ride
Starts to fade quick
Big sound just a radiator vibrating (Heard)
From the line of the people who rise
Survive slavery (Heard)
Mass hangings, Reaganomics of the eighties
(Heard)
We’re back saying, "Fuck all y'all naysayers"
(Heard)
Me and these rhymes, we gon' make it heard