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Kola Rock:I'm listenin' to Loni Listen SmithLoni ListenLoni Smith and Loni LinThey sorta share a common senseAnd if you spend enough timeListenin' to meThen this is what you'll findInside my mind's contentsIt reads like Chronicles 13The ConstitutionThe Kama SutraMorrison, La RudaBuddhaMansa MusaPharaoh Monch & Pharaoh SandersIt seems I got low toleranceAnd high standardsSeems I got questionsThat defy answersIf you were rich while I was starvingTell meHow are we crewI'm feelin' like a throw-away-blueLike God's first draft of the skySongtexteBalls it up for something newAnd if you got somethin' betterThan I'm listenin to youIf you got somethin' betterThan I'm listenin? to youI let the beat rideWhen I'm listenin? to youI'm throughJ-LiveI beenListenin' to records I've collectedRecords I've selectedAnd inspectedDissected on examination tables'Til my technique was perfectedRecords that have served and protectedA confidenceIn my own perception of the worldOnce the wax is reflectedI found myself connectedTo the musicLike the lyrics were injectedSo now when times are hecticI close my eyes and listenTo the wordsLike advice from somebodyI respectedWhen I was found dejectedThat saying about art and lifeIs really just the halfWhen you recognizeThat music is mathLike a true songIs really just a productOn the answer sheetLife's craft is a scrapWhen you show your workI would listen with a smirk From irony to IriefFrom Bob Marley smokin? stonesAt the building refusedMy girl left meRoberta Flack saidNever you mindLove may loseBut at least you triedThe wisdom hit me in the eyesAnd I almost criedStevie Wonder saw my tearsAnd put the joy insideSade showed me a loveThat was stronger than prideMinnie RippletonInvited me to come insideMarvin Gaye taught meLessons of anger and timeThat's just the tip of the ice bergFloatin' in my mindNot to mentionAll the jazz and instrumentalsThat's essentialAnd the Hip-Hop eldersThat taught me to rhymeThat's why I'm still listenin'Kola Rock:I'm competent with competitionsI'm competitiousI'm compliment my compositionsWith lots of picturesAn album full of mental photographsAnd sorted similesBack between the documentsOf dowries and pedigreesHip-Hop is like my familyOn holidays we bitchin? likeWhy you don't freestyle no more!?I'm better writtenI like to place my postureIn a positive positionI like to be the conduitControlling my conditionI'm sittin' on the back porchThinkin' and I'm listenin'To the earth spinnin'To trees rustleWind whistlin'To the grass being crushedBy the feet of small childrenGenerations of womenWhose end was my beginningSettlingThe foundation of the buildingSettlingOf the foundation of selfKnowin' that my best workHas yet to be writtenI'll probably never press it upTo put on the shelfBut when times are rock hardAnd money is skin tightI'll write my love songs On the back of my battle rhymesThe question wouldn't beIf I sold my soulMy soul's been soldThe question is:Was it worth your dimeListenin'Listenin' to thisListenin'Listenin' to this Aus Songtexte Mania