[Intro: Sample]
"This first segment of the record is designed to improve immeasurably your listening ability
That's why it comes first, and that's why it's important that you listen as well as you know how."
[Verse 1:]
I'm the amazing rapper, blazing and dapper
Most MCs are actors with the 'bling-bling' factor
Master Thespians, like dick-loving lesbians
These MCs freeze every time I sneeze (Atchoo!)
Pass the tissue, my crew is Issue
Yaggfu will dismiss you, No, we'll just diss you
Spit on you, shit on you, at the same time
Disgusting, bone-crushing, hock a loogie in your eye
Ay ay ay! Rap's rapper [?]
That 'ain't a clap, that's a sample of you getting slapped!
Get off the floor, you're fucking up the carpet
Don't open your mouth, kid, don't even start it
Dearly departed, he tried to battle Spin, Ha ha, not again
Another dead fool, go back to school, try reading some books
Get some good looks, hire a studio to make some real fancy hooks
And maybe next time when you come and battle me
You'll come up with some shit that can maybe rattle me
[Sample:]
"Have you been listen to me?"
[Hook:]
Listen, listen, you need to listen
Listen, listen, ay, yo, listen
Listen, you need to listen
Listen, listen, shut up and listen
Listen, listen, you need to listen
Listen, listen, hey you, listen
Listen, yo, you need to listen
[Verse 2:]
... I'm on some different shit
Been a while since you heard a nigga with some gifted shit
Think it was '86, my DJ made a mix
And quickly I began to make a formula for making hits
I inspected it, and then perfected it
Didn't rush this shit, stood back and respected it
Now its 2001, MC's 1000 son
But they never could prepare for a crowd of one
Make a break, make a beat, take a crate, take a seat
Queue it up, plug it in, turn it on and let's begin
Take a spin, make a blend, make it loop back up again
Tell your friend to tell your next of kin that we back again
Back again, back back again, we be the ultimate
You on some other shit, the down south, blaze it up... [?]
This beat is marvellous, lyrics are targeted
Ranging me from straight to your head from my oesophagus
You keep on talking shit, you keep on popping shit
We keep on blazing it up...
[Verse 3:]
Hmm, this collab' number, let's see, I forgot
In fact, I don't even know what to say doc', I got writers' block
Just give me the mic' and I'll babble incoherently about anything, like my name was [?]
And what does it matter that I say nothing with the words that I spit?
By today's standards it would be a sure-fire hit
Cause most consumers are fucking idiots
That's why Atmosphere 'ain't selling shit, but Ludacris is!
Blow them bubbles, fuck them hoes, sell that blow
Get that money, get the dough, [?] got you froze
You like my new Rose?
People making songs about cars and teeth, but they 'ain't said shit about Diallo shooting a [?] on BET
Fuck Viacom, fuck AOL, fuck the RIAA for fixing music sales
Fuck the Big Four, fuck radio and TV
Fuck Napster cause they're going to start charging a fee
And fuck me, E-Saw, the Anti-MC!
[Outro: Sample]
"Have you been listening to me?
If you have, if you've been using the unoccupied seventy-five percent of your mind's time properly, you may have already guessed the key to effective listening:
Use the excess capacity of your mind to constantly analyse what is being said."
