The Listening

Yo, I bought a brand new album today
 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 till 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 Michelin
 It don't matter, 'cause niggaz ain't listening
 They ain't listening, they thinkin' 'bout they Timbalands
 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 niggaz 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 A 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 niggaz 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 mike
 One chick told me all she listened to was beats, thank God for ninth
 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 Michelin
 It don't matter, 'cause niggaz ain't listening
 They ain't listening, they thinkin' 'bout they Timbalands
 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 niggaz ain't listening
 Fly Motorola diploma style for ice niggaz
 Asparagus rosemary chips for all my nice niggaz
 We roll through niggaz 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 getting they lean on
 He sweeter that a Whitney Hous' 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 niggaz
 Yo peace Jovan, the sky be purple and orange
 This is a message for our people chasing Benjamins
 With real rhymes and skills they believing in
 Keeping them bad tapes rolling like Michelin
 It don't matter, 'cause niggaz ain't listening
 They ain't listening, they thinkin' 'bout they Timbalands
 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 niggaz ain't listening