Journalist 103, Fashawn, Saigon - Hear Me lyrics
[Journalist 103, Fashawn, Saigon - Hear Me lyrics]
I'm in the struggle for y’all out here you
Man ya know? So listen closely yo
I craft rhymes designed for mind stimulation
I was blessed to turn a
Hobby to an occupation
Rock the mics for the people
Gettin’ standin’ ovation
‘Cause my verbal demonstration’s
A little abrasive
Hatin’ fakeness, protestin’ the fairy tale
Bein’ booked by the radio
For the record sales
But, I see what it is they
Want our souls in hell
The devil’s runnin’ the media it
Ain’t hard to tell
I derail the sucka train, the thought
Which usually leaves most of my
Kind locked in the blocks
Lil’ cockin’ the Glock with the
Pistol to your knot check it in before you
Splattered over this sidewalk
I don't side talk homeboy
I'm a straight shooter
My verbal missiles is locking
On anything moving
So if you know like I know
You'd better keep it moving
Before you caught in the stampede
Of a verbal movement
Every word I express turns to
Action watch it manifest
Speaking out for the oppressed
Fightin’ for freedom, homie
And nothin’ less
Steady, spittin’ that raw shit watch as
The crowd turns to mosh pit's
Let the run this truth when I step
In the booth who wanna start shit?
It’s hip hop tower can sell niggas is
Still in and out of them jail
Papa still got the powder for sell
All the blindfolded blacks act like
We ain't allowed to rebel
It’s hell we runnin’ out of
Ways to try to prevail
The women turnin’ to strippers
Got vaginas for sale
The fellas is just ridiculous
Lack loyalty and honor as well
I got some comrades and mine are for real
Check i'm tryin’ to call the guys
Is ready to organize
The Good Guy Gang bangers, boy we on a ride
You be surprised if I could
Describe all the times
Niggas ready to ride most of
Them offer they lives if we buildin’ for the
Betterment of our children
The future look bright and we
Never give up until then
Although I never earn a third of my respects
I still shoulder the Tech
My culture: Verbal Architect
Yeah, full effect
Every word I express turns to
Action watch it manifest
Speaking out for the oppressed
Fightin’ for freedom, homie
And nothin’ less
Steady, spittin’ that raw shit watch as
The crowd turns to mosh pit's
Let the run this truth when I step
In the booth who wanna start shit?
I give birth to a rhyme
Now I'm flashing my flesh
Let destiny manifest with every
Sentence I sketch the world is mine I
Don't deserve nothin’ less
Cut all the small talk cut the check
I rap for those in in need of reparation
Reciprocity i'm on the Odyssey
Obviously i'm the last real nigga alive
As far I can see
Uh it’s like my pen’s filled with Ex-Lax
Shit on the track what you expect? Splat!
Lames get the chains off they neck snatched
I don't see a finishing line
I'm on my next lap
Ugh i can't stand you niggas
Y’all be on that bullshit i
Should brand you niggas
Uh not comfortable with coming in third
Got a bundle of words i just wanna be heard
Word… Word
Every word I express turns to
Action watch it manifest
Speaking out for the oppressed
Fightin’ for freedom, homie
And nothin’ less
Steady, spittin’ that raw shit watch as
The crowd turns to mosh pit's
Let the run this truth when I step
In the booth who wanna start shit?
Man ya know? So listen closely yo
I craft rhymes designed for mind stimulation
I was blessed to turn a
Hobby to an occupation
Rock the mics for the people
Gettin’ standin’ ovation
‘Cause my verbal demonstration’s
A little abrasive
Hatin’ fakeness, protestin’ the fairy tale
Bein’ booked by the radio
For the record sales
But, I see what it is they
Want our souls in hell
The devil’s runnin’ the media it
Ain’t hard to tell
I derail the sucka train, the thought
Which usually leaves most of my
Kind locked in the blocks
Lil’ cockin’ the Glock with the
Pistol to your knot check it in before you
Splattered over this sidewalk
I don't side talk homeboy
I'm a straight shooter
My verbal missiles is locking
On anything moving
So if you know like I know
You'd better keep it moving
Before you caught in the stampede
Of a verbal movement
Every word I express turns to
Action watch it manifest
Speaking out for the oppressed
Fightin’ for freedom, homie
And nothin’ less
Steady, spittin’ that raw shit watch as
The crowd turns to mosh pit's
Let the run this truth when I step
In the booth who wanna start shit?
It’s hip hop tower can sell niggas is
Still in and out of them jail
Papa still got the powder for sell
All the blindfolded blacks act like
We ain't allowed to rebel
It’s hell we runnin’ out of
Ways to try to prevail
The women turnin’ to strippers
Got vaginas for sale
The fellas is just ridiculous
Lack loyalty and honor as well
I got some comrades and mine are for real
Check i'm tryin’ to call the guys
Is ready to organize
The Good Guy Gang bangers, boy we on a ride
You be surprised if I could
Describe all the times
Niggas ready to ride most of
Them offer they lives if we buildin’ for the
Betterment of our children
The future look bright and we
Never give up until then
Although I never earn a third of my respects
I still shoulder the Tech
My culture: Verbal Architect
Yeah, full effect
Every word I express turns to
Action watch it manifest
Speaking out for the oppressed
Fightin’ for freedom, homie
And nothin’ less
Steady, spittin’ that raw shit watch as
The crowd turns to mosh pit's
Let the run this truth when I step
In the booth who wanna start shit?
I give birth to a rhyme
Now I'm flashing my flesh
Let destiny manifest with every
Sentence I sketch the world is mine I
Don't deserve nothin’ less
Cut all the small talk cut the check
I rap for those in in need of reparation
Reciprocity i'm on the Odyssey
Obviously i'm the last real nigga alive
As far I can see
Uh it’s like my pen’s filled with Ex-Lax
Shit on the track what you expect? Splat!
Lames get the chains off they neck snatched
I don't see a finishing line
I'm on my next lap
Ugh i can't stand you niggas
Y’all be on that bullshit i
Should brand you niggas
Uh not comfortable with coming in third
Got a bundle of words i just wanna be heard
Word… Word
Every word I express turns to
Action watch it manifest
Speaking out for the oppressed
Fightin’ for freedom, homie
And nothin’ less
Steady, spittin’ that raw shit watch as
The crowd turns to mosh pit's
Let the run this truth when I step
In the booth who wanna start shit?