Little Brother - The Listening lyrics
[Little Brother - The Listening lyrics]
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
This is a message for
Our people chasing benjamins
With real rhymes and skills they believing in
Keeping them bad tapes rolling like Michelins
It don't matter
'cause niggas ain't listening
They ain't listening
They thinkin' bout their 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 niggas 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 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 mic
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
This is a message for
Our people chasing benjamins
With real rhymes and skills they believing in
Keeping them bad tapes rolling like Michelins
It don't matter
'cause niggas ain't listening
They ain't listening
They thinkin' bout their 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 niggas ain't listening
Fly Motorola diploma style ice niggas
Asparagus rosemary chips for all
My nice niggas
We roll through niggas masked in vengeance
U-Haul emcees 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 gettin' they lean on
He sweeter that 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 Cole Train
Leaves ya elephant niggas
Yo peace, Jovan, the sky be purple and orange
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)
This is a message for
Our people chasing benjamins
With real rhymes and skills they believing in
Keeping them bad tapes rolling like Michelins
It don't matter
'cause niggas ain't listening
They ain't listening
They thinkin' bout their 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 niggas ain't listening
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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)