Hear Me Songtext

We dangling like the cigarette holders
Young 'uns think they run it 'cause no role figures are older
This is listen to my feelings rap
This is the national anthem for the kneeling class
This is for everyone struggling
Who don't make dough
But bio-political production
By that
I mean immaterial labor
The ones who made the tomb not the burial raiders
Not the popo but the serial caper
The protesters not the ones who bury Al-Qaeda
The answers not LaRouche, Kerry, or Nader
It's bigger than one figure necessary to save us
Let's change this hilarious wages
Yet the only protest parade remains the Aryan nation's
Paradigm contamination various agents
Orange level defense
Age Aquarius lasers
Face leather like catcher's mitt Sleeping on the past time
It don't got innings or a back but it packs nine

Yeah, we looking for the canvas
My man, there's just looking for some answers
My girl, there's looking for some fair chances
All these people be like
But you don't hear me though
Phil Slick gets its tunes on the atlas
He's trying not to get glued to the blacklist
She's thinking what the fuck I do with this madness
All these people be like
But you don't hear me, though

They been sleeping on us
Like to keep it on hush
Two thousand election
Europeans saw bust
Before we could even adjust
Score four more 'cause our media's fucked
Informing tedious stunts
Take back the airwaves
Take back's what I'm saying yo
Take back your CD, tape, dash and the radio
Take back those fake jacks and the shady hosts
Soon they take back your nasals and bi-labials
So we gonna speak without phonetics
So we getting deep without the sentence
Not communicating's the equivalent of not hearing in the first place
Ain't no differences
This goes out to all unknown businesses
No rush, slow down, it's so big in this
Gold rush gold crown they go digging its
Ridiculous
I take that old sound and just get with it
Keep your camp lo
This is it like Elizabeth
Once you become a dissident there's no switching it
This is the synthesis of this and this and this and if you get the picture it's magnificent
I beg you pardon
I've never been to Marcy
Never been in tinted cars with bars or in an RV
Never been a cop, in a gang or in an army
Still I spit it religious like that gibberish at a party

Yeah, we looking for the canvas
My man, there's just looking for some answers
My girl, there's looking for some fair chances
All these people be like
But you don't hear me though
Phil Slick gets its tunes on the atlas
He's trying not to get glued to the blacklist
She's thinking what the fuck I do with this madness
All these people be like
But you don't hear me, though

Get your ears like AI in the playoff run
You don't strive for the three but the layup son
It's what I say to you
Say to y'all
Say to drums
Say to some people on the mic what I wont say to none
I wanna save this music so I can save your son
Save your daughter
Say the author
Taking thoughts to
Make 'em run
I hate to pay for water
Get caught up in paper puns
And money metaphors
I met em all
And straight disabled 'em
Yo, yo
Robots is straight hearing this
Face serious
Put in work like great pyramids
Word to the cat people when they bury this
I wanna be with y'all in a hall where the Ares live
Celebrate death like a birth date
I guess that's why they eat mad cakes in the workplace
On the first take
Hot like a burnt taste
Every single throw in new wrinkles like Mr. Burns' face
Y'all can hear me loud and clear
Not sounding weird
Not clouded by fools jewelry or pounds of gear
Never sneaking out the rear
Down to meet the crowd sincere
And just make a greater smile appear
A product of quality east coast riff raff
Illmatic rhizome yo and I slip past
Kids fast
Yeah, y'all can keep the beer steady
But remember one thing
Y'all gots to keep your ears ready