Listening (feat. Kola Rock)

歌詞

Kola Rock: I'm listenin' to Loni Listen Smith Loni Listen Loni Smith and Loni Lin They sorta share a common sense And if you spend enough time Listenin' to me Then this is what you'll find Inside my mind's contents It reads like Chronicles 13 The Constitution The Kama Sutra Morrison, La Ruda Buddha Mansa Musa Pharoah Monch & Pharoah Sanders It seems I got low tolerance And high standards Seems I got questions That defy answers If you were rich while I was starving Tell me How are we crew I'm feelin' like a throw-away-blue Like God's first draft of the sky Balls it up for something new And if you got somethin' better Than I'm listenin to you If you got somethin' better Than I'm listenin? to you I let the beat ride When I'm listenin? to you I'm through J-Live I been Listenin' to records I've collected Records I've selected And inspected Dissected on examination tables 'Til my technique was perfected Records that have served and protected A confidence In my own perception of the world Once the wax is reflected I found myself connected To the music Like the lyrics were injected So now when times are hectic I close my eyes and listen To the words Like advice from somebody I respected When I was found dejected That saying about art and life Is really just the half When you recognize That music is math Like a true song Is really just a product On the answer sheet Life's craft is a scrap When you show your work I would listen with a smirk From irony to Irief From Bob Marley smokin? stones At the building refused My girl left me Roberta Flack said Never you mind Love may lose But at least you tried The wisdom hit me in the eyes And I almost cried Stevie Wonder saw my tears And put the joy inside Sade showed me a love That was stronger than pride Minnie Rippleton Invited me to come inside Marvin Gaye taught me Lessons of anger and time That's just the tip of the ice berg Floatin' in my mind Not to mention All the jazz and instrumentals That's essential And the Hip-Hop elders That taught me to rhyme That's why I'm still listenin' Kola Rock: I'm competent with competitions I'm competitious I'm compliment my compositions With lots of pictures An album full of mental photographs And sorted similes Back between the documents Of dowries and pedigrees Hip-Hop is like my family On holidays we bitchin? like Why you don't freestyle no more! ? I'm better written I like to place my posture In a positive position I like to be the conduit Controlling my condition I'm sittin' on the back porch Thinkin' and I'm listenin' To the earth spinnin' To trees rustle Wind whistlin' To the grass being crushed By the feet of small children Generations of women Whose end was my beginning Settling The foundation of the building Settling Of the foundation of self Knowin' that my best work Has yet to be written I'll probably never press it up To put on the shelf But when times are rock hard And money is skin tight I'll write my love songs On the back of my battle rhymes The question wouldn't be If I sold my soul My soul's been sold The question is: Was it worth your dime Listenin' Listenin' to this Listenin' Listenin' to this