Little Brother The Listening Lyrics

[Verse One]
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 ge the whole point
Music is everything to me and I refuse to rock the piece
Cause you're my favorite MC
All I want is what you would ask of me: high quality
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 'til 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

[Chorus]
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 n____z ain't listening
They ain't listening, they thinkin bout them Timberlands
They say the s___ we talk about ain't interestin
We got a better chance of blowing up in Switzerland
Holla if you hear it cause n____z ain't listening

[Verse Two]
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 n____z wanna play with it
They hear some good s___, but don't stop to savor it
Like one night we was out in my whip
With some broads just chillin playin demos and s___
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'f___ers buy your CD
But turn around don't even know your song t__les
Like track 2 is hot, and track 6 is long
Ain't even listening, I'm hoping I get through to y'all

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[Verse Three]
Fly Motorola diploma style ice n____z
Asparagus rosemary chips for all my nice n____z
We roll through n____z masked in vengeance
U-Haul MCs 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 s___gy 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 b____es on my Soul Glow city
Walkin round with Madagascar t__ties
Imported for my Cole Train leaves ya elephant n____z
Yo peace Jovan the sky be purple and orange. . .

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