Informazioni sulla canzone In questa pagina puoi trovare il testo della canzone Hear Me, artista - Journalist 103. Data di rilascio: 25.02.2024
Limiti di età: 18+
Linguaggio delle canzoni: inglese
Hear Me |
| I’m in the struggle for y’all out here you, man. Ya know? |
| So listen closely. Yo |
| I craft rhymes designed for mind stimulation |
| I was blessed to turn a hobby to an occupation |
| Rock the mics for the people, gettin' standin' ovation |
| ‘Cause my verbal demonstration’s a little abrasive |
| Hatin' fakeness, protestin' the fairy tale |
| Bein' booked by the radio for the record sales |
| But I see what it is—they want our souls in hell |
| The devil’s runnin' the media—it ain’t hard to tell |
| I derail the sucka train, the thought |
| Which usually leaves most of my kind locked in the blocks |
| Lil' cockin' the Glock with the pistol to your knot |
| Check it in before you splattered over this sidewalk |
| I don’t side talk—homeboy, I’m a straight shooter |
| My verbal missiles is locking on anything moving |
| So if you know like I know, you’d better keep it moving |
| Before you caught in the stampede of a verbal movement |
| Every word I express turns to action. Watch it manifest |
| Speaking out for the oppressed, fightin' for freedom, homie, and nothin' less |
| Steady, spittin' that raw shit. Watch as the crowd turns to mosh pits |
| Let the run this truth when I step in the booth. Who wanna start shit? |
| It’s hip hop. Tower can sell. Niggas is still in and out of them jail |
| Papa still got the powder for sell |
| All the blindfolded blacks act like we ain’t allowed to rebel |
| It’s hell. We runnin' out of ways to try to prevail |
| The women turnin' to strippers, got vaginas for sale |
| The fellas is just ridiculous, lack loyalty and honor as well |
| I got some comrades and mine are for real |
| Check. I’m tryin' to call the guys, is ready to organize |
| The Good Guy Gang bangers, boy we on a ride |
| You be surprised if I could describe all the times |
| Niggas ready to ride—most of them offer they lives |
| If we buildin' for the betterment of our children |
| The future look bright and we never give up until then |
| Although I never earn a third of my respects |
| I still shoulder the Tech. My culture: Verbal Architect |
| Yeah, full effect |
| Every word I express turns to action. Watch it manifest |
| Speaking out for the oppressed, fightin' for freedom, homie, and nothin' less |
| Steady, spittin' that raw shit. Watch as the crowd turns to mosh pits |
| Let the run this truth when I step in the booth. Who wanna start shit? |
| I give birth to a rhyme, now I’m flashing my flesh |
| Let destiny manifest with every sentence I sketch |
| The world is mine—I don’t deserve nothin' less |
| Cut all the small talk. Cut the check |
| I rap for those in in need of reparation |
| Reciprocity. I’m on the Odyssey |
| . Obviously. I’m the last real nigga alive as far I can see |
| Uh. It’s like my pen’s filled with Ex-Lax |
| Shit on the track. What you expect? Splat! |
| Lames get the chains off they neck snatched |
| I don’t see a finishing line, I’m on my next lap |
| Ugh. I can’t stand you niggas |
| Y’all be on that bullshit. I should brand you niggas |
| Uh. Not comfortable with coming in third |
| Got a bundle of words. I just wanna be heard |
| Word… Word… |
| Every word I express turns to action. Watch it manifest |
| Speaking out for the oppressed, fightin' for freedom, homie, and nothin' less |
| Steady, spittin' that raw shit. Watch as the crowd turns to mosh pits |
| Let the run this truth when I step in the booth. Who wanna start shit? |