Listening Lyrics - Singles - J-live

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