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• Artiste: Antix
• Titre: 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 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 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 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