Little Brother - The Listening Lyrics
[Verse One]Yo, I bought a brand new album todayDecide to take it home kick off my shoes relax and playAnd spin it for the whole joint cause I like to ge the whole pointMusic is everything to me and I refuse to rock the pieceCause you're my favorite emceeAll I want is what you would ask of me; Hi KwelityAnd some DefinitionWonder why we bootleg like it's prohibitionIt's difficult it's dismissingI got suspicions that your ears to the streets where we're whisperingAre you listening?I took your LP to DC, where some younginsGave me the LD on how it should beMake sure the beat knock 'til the trunk popAnd everybody pause when you cruise down the blockRoll down your window and they ask what you playinBut don't nobody care what you're sayin...That's what they told me y'all[Chorus]This is a message for our people chasing benjaminsWith real rhymes and skills they believing inKeeping them bad tapes rolling like michellinit don't matter, cause niggaz ain't listeningThey ain't listening, they thinkin bout they timbalandsThey say the shit we talk about ain't interestinWe got a better chance of blowing up in switzerlandHolla if you hear it cause niggaz ain't listening[Verse Two]Music was my sanctuary so I take a long listenTo hip hop living out my life in songs wishinMy parents I could get along with themSo I would go inside my room and dig deep inside the strong rhythmsBack when fresh was the word, and raw was on prismMarley on the boards, plus Kane was long livinG rap and A spittin murderousBought long live the kane sat down and learned every word of itSneakin my walkman in the homeroom playin itListen for punchlines delivery and cadencesBut nowadays it's like niggaz wanna play with itThey hear some good shit but don't stop to savor itLike one night we was out in my whipWith some broads just chillin playin demos and shitAsked 'em how I sounded rockin the mikeOne chicl told me all she listened to was beats, thank god for ninthTrying to get pressed on vinyl cause muh'*****ers buy your CDBut turn around don't even know your song titlesLike track 2 is hot, and track 6 is longAin't even listening, I'm hoping I get through to y'all[Chorus][Verse Three]Fly Motorola diploma style ice niggazAsparagus rosemary chips for all my nice niggazWe roll through niggaz masked in vengeanceU-Haul emcess chasing Brown SugarsAnd you thought that it would never happenThought that it would never happenMy clever rappin keeps my celery growingJudy Jetson up in Elroy's thought he was homeWith the Gold Bond Armor-All fatigues onRosey in the pantry with Velma and Shaggy getting they lean onHe sweeter that a Whitney Hous' track hittin them high notesAnd Alex Keaton always frontin like he high postScreaming on Justine when he flippin the scriptTony Danza left a playa celibateRippin rhymes for the hell of itCheck all these *****es on my Soul Glow cityWalkin round with Madagascar tittiesImported for my Cole Train leaves ya elephant niggazYo peace Jovan the sky be purple and orange. . .[Chorus]
