Check What You're Listening To Lyrics - C

[verse 1] 

The Black falling down, its goin down 

No subject matter, I dont hear it goin around 

Minds over matter, they don't mind cause 

We dont matter, DJ Lord's on the platter 

Cant shake this, the gott-damn matrix 

Got actors winning politics, the tricks 

Got hot chicks in the back of of wack ass rap flicks 

Called videos (hoooo) 

Turn off the got-damn radio 

Cause they dont show yall what yall need to know 

Cant fade it though, Lord don't fade it yo 

Year of the Lord, make love fuck war tour 

After before 2004, i swore 

Dj Lord come bust down the door 

Los Angel-less, New Jack Pity 

They say fuck the sticks cause they be the city 

Homeless sitting outside smellin shitty 

Thanks for not giving a got-damn thing pretty 

So called land of plenty, can't spare a penny 

It's the have nots against the haves, 

Is you wit me? 

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[verse 2] 

You might be cuttin tracks 

But he's cuttin edge 

The sword of Lord high like Phil Upchurch 

Through the verse, the truth hurts 

From the aftermath of that sonic autograph 

Lord, don't make him mad 

So I spit, how loud you want it to get? 

Cold sweat. 

2005 flicks, new trips through dirty beats 

Hits and all those bass kicks 

Lookout yall, 

Cmon, cant forget to kick this 

If the shoe fits get with the ramblin wreck 

Check it, to stomp out 

All dem nitwits Chuck D stylin 

Don't you know where? 

On the new Buckwhylin 

Cross the Land, cause the band 

Hits the fans, watch them all SLAM the jam 

Yes they can can, beware the man 

Take a stand yall, wreck the plan 

Check What You Listening To 

[verse 3] 

One foot stuck in the rave 

Millennium dance craze 

Cross fade to the new phase 

Like the old days, twisted in convoluted systems 

Existed in the beats of wisdom existance 

Cross the Land, cause the band 

Hits the fans, watch them all SLAM the jam 

Illegal beats, frisk him 

Find not a pop thing with him 

Multi-ethnic like a prism 

Cant hear this? 

You in audio prison 

Hands be whizzin, cross the wax 

Movin tracks from across the tracks 

Through your mind he attacks, DJ Lord. 

Scratch the gospel, tell them wack ass beats 

They can go to hell, 'ding' 

The rave bell 

See the crowd swell, got even when the needle fell 

Still heard them cuts over the yell! 

Through the verse, the truth hurts 

From the aftermath of that sonic autograph 

Mr Chuck, Dj Lord attack the tracks 

Yall CHECK WHAT YOU LISTENING TO...