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Listener

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so tell me listener/while you're listening/why you listening to what you're listening to?/what you're listening to/and though it's hard to see through the fog/they've laid around your eyes/let me help spell it out for you/spell it out for you/we're all/programmed/while you're listening/programmed/programmed/what you listening to?/we're all/programmed/while you're listening/programmed/what you listening to?/programmed/spell it out for you


V1
this music's mine/but I can see the contradictions/I know that there's a struggle within/a constant whisper/a schizophrenic polemic/but academics/don't mean nada/to these listeners now/it's unpreventable/so/these problem stem from the cycle on repeat/from the record companies who create consumer needs/this s**t is over some heads like oak trees/but when I say this/I get a funny little look like “oh please”/if you buy a certain type of record/ they're gonna make/if you fool yourself it's music/they're gonna go and play it/if you but it even more/you're gonna make that artist rich/the more justified they come in putting out that same s**t/I love this music/I've given up my life/so I can make something/I feel will stand up in the light/these shadows fall with no regard for the subject/and bad music is just that/despite the context/you can put a record out/and call it dope/but the smoke clears soon enough/those cracks gonna show/you can call yourself a rapper coz you make up a rhyme/but so do little baby kiddies/at nursery school time/I name no names/it's not the way I'm raised/I would never say that Drake's a waste of fucking space/I would never say that Gucci can suck my figurative c**chy/that kind of talk/would just never really suit me

V2
you these faces/with these vacuous expressions/and these cameras/that follow them all like bad reflections/we see the famous/idolised like some Kardashian/like celebrity that supersedes the need for having talent/I watch these women with dreams of being naked/who only try to f**k on these tapes to try to make it/I've seen more intellect/wash up on the beach/and we can talk about this s**t all day long/but talk is cheap/so/to the point/keep it short/and keep it sweet/I'm really f**cking bored of these people on my screens/it's sad to see mediocrity celebrated/and the absence of substance/keeps it perpetuated/I name no names/it's not the way that I'm raised/I would never say that Nick Minaj should go away/I would never that Jersey Shore/can suck a d**k/that would be unbecoming of a man like this/I can/I can only hope it isn't too late/to educate our own children/about the tracks they play/to teach 'em how to separate soul from mathematics/and formulaic songs/aimed to hook like crack addicts/you think it's trivial/but what you don't see/is the erosion of your senses/like sand from stone beach/mass stupidity like fluoride in the water/if it's going in your ears/you better keep s**t in order

V3
I don't attack coz I like the way that it feels/I'm a peaceful kinda guy/with an eye for keeping real/I like authentic/and those people with the soul/keep the actors in the movies/and the music for the flow/forget a rap/I don't listen that no more/I'm not trying to be dramatic/or dig up another corpse/hip hop ain't dead/it's just residing in my ablamgata/medulla on another planet like/I'm Amidala/so tell me listener/while you're listening/take a little second away from your conditioning/ask yourself why the Kesha song is whack/or if they needed any talent/for the making of the track/people think you're sheep/and that you'll bleat upon request/but I can see that the power you have/to lead that's in your chest/in the muscle that pumps you liquid life/the kick drum of the soul to which I write/so stand and fight against this mass assimilation/the opium of organised noise/for your containment/there's a war going on in your head/so grab a blade/and don't be shy to cut a fucking head off/that's in your way/I come to you as a man with no agenda/it brings me sadness to see us all surrender/we've set our expectations so low/that any talentless sell-out/can have their own show