Shyheim - Pardon the Noise lyrics

Pardon the noise, I'm just a black ghetto boy
Pardon the noise, I'm just a black ghetto boy
Pardon the noise, I'm just a black ghetto boy
Went through the rain and pain

Me and the older gods - would build for hours
Tradin' stories
About this fucked up life for ours
There was space between our ages
But through pain we related
And they helped me understand
Clear picturers they painted
I'mma fall back, with a
Blank stare and listen, it's true
You can meet your best friend
Or enemy in prison zero two eight
Three eight seven three was my den
I brushed my hair like Chicago
Trynna get my waves to spin
Read more books than I ever did
From the Art of War and Seduction
To different shit on black heritage
I wrote mad people, who never responded
I was hurt, and disappointed
Cuz I felt that we bonded
But, you know, out of sight
Out of mind, home boy, you know the saying
Shit was all about me
And even I couldn't change it
CO's was hillbilly bastards
Devil racist crackers
When I see tattoo's of a noose
And a hangin' black kid
One said "Franklin, when you go home
Come back with a friend"
The Willie Lynch letter
The slavery blueprint it's still in effect
That's why at night when I sleep I sweat

Pardon the noise, I'm just a black ghetto boy
Pardon the noise, I'm just a black ghetto boy
Pardon the noise, I'm just a black ghetto boy
Went through the rain and pain
Losin' sunshine and joy

Motivation, dedication
Impatience would change my situation
I'm about facin', walkin' the other day
Towards better days
A double L A H, I be what them letters say
Show and prove that through
My ways and actions
Action and ways, used to be a mental slave
Til Supreme Mathematics, broke the chains
Now I'm free, no long confined
I'm doing time
But yeah, guess what, I'm makin' it
Worth for me
Educational informations, the key to success
To reproduce is the only reason, I have sex
Wifey's a queen, I put the crown on her dome
My first priority's gettin' home
I put my deepest thoughts
Into a poem, and draw hearts around the paper
To show my appreciation to the art, player
But the stocks is up, 99, point 9 percent
For the haters
My boy homey told me, "Shy stay sucker free
And when you touchdown, holla at me"
That's real talk


Peace Dad, what up, it's aight in this jail
How is it in that jail?
Talk Mathematics cuz you know these
Crackers readin' our mail
Pops, I feel pain like you feel
You always be my hero
Don't ever feel like you failed
Remember we bumped heads in Transit
Back in July those shackles, couldn't touch
But we hug with our eyes
I realized, Dad, we had the same sneakers on
With the same size
Same green, same shirt, man that shit hurt
Mommy used to tell me that
You was a dead beat
Cuz you chose the wrong people
In the midtown street
Jostlin', hustlin', three card monty
All you ever wanted to give me was Atari
Now we up north, eatin' rice
Jack mac and calamaris, daddy, i'm sorry
I miss you, I love you, it wasn't worth it
Pardon the noise, but nobody's perfect

Been to hell and back, man, like 3 or 4 times
Man I was up north man, my moms up north
My pops up north, man, this my life, man
Hip hop's my life, so when y'all
Miss jewels in this shit, man
I take it personal so don't be suprised man
If I start snatchin' y'all drugs
Snatchin' y'all mics at the shows
Cuz I take it as you're mimickin' my
Life, like y'all mockin' this shit, man
Like y'all makin' fun of me, man man, listen
My niggas
Man, let's get money, let's stay g'd up
Man, let's go, to the top, man
Bottom Up, straight like that
But that's my shit, you heard?