Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Heard, artist - Akua Naru. Album song The Miner's Canary, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 19.02.2015
Record label: Orchard
Song language: English
Heard |
| You know, like I know, what it means to be heard and seen, undisturbed |
| Rock live, hear the crowd sing the words |
| Paint your passion in the verse till it hurts |
| search |
| As rap blogs debate the craft of your work (Heard) |
| Watch the birth of an album sold, won the platinum |
| The fact that cats on that Spike Lee, we gotta have it |
| Anita sung with such rapture, sweet as young laughter |
| Swingin' they arms as my song charms they ghettoblaster (Heard) |
| Come off braggin' 'bout your talent to the pastor, to the mail man, whoever |
| Half flattered, half embarrassed, tell 'em |
| That your song’s on the radio, story, play me close, and they got your girl on |
| daily rot—(Heard)—tation |
| It’s crazy yo, started on a sticky note |
| Ended in the crowd as a sound in a stranger’s throat |
| A Facebook post, somebody claim you wrote their favorite quote |
| And they felt the pain you wrote with each line you labored for |
| Heard |
| How you listen to the radio— |
| The radio—ra-ra-radio— |
| How you listen to the radio claim— |
| Claim hip hop is dead? |
| How you listen— |
| How you listen to— |
| The ra-r-r-radio— |
| How you listen to the radio— |
| Listen to the radio claim hip hop is dead? |
| (Just want to be heard) Yo |
| You know, like I know, what it means to be heard |
| If not my history shows the trail of silence, confiscation of words |
| Violence against stories born, never told |
| What happened, do they dry up like the dreams in that old Hughes poem? |
| (Heard) |
| I reminisce on how it all started out, used to beg for a crowd |
| Thought I was whack before I opened my mouth |
| Somebody said, «God bless the female child |
| Who got her own road, the shit sounds phat |
| We sing along to the song, yo» (Heard) |
| Love hip hop, supersedes the love it don’t got |
| For us, drop it like it’s hot and the world watch (Rock) |
| Guess our story’s too deep for those who’d rather |
| Listen as we slidin' down poles for the camera, exposed (Heard) |
| Where my mouth closed, moan for the answer |
| Show 'em who the boss, Tony Danza, get your hands up |
| 'Cause your narrative deserves a platform |
| And a turn to know what it’s like to be heard |
| How you listen to the radio— |
| The radio—ra-ra-radio— |
| How you listen to the radio claim— |
| Claim hip hop is dead? |
| How you listen— |
| How you listen to— |
| The ra-r-r-radio— |
| How you listen to the radio— |
| Listen to the radio claim hip hop is dead? |
| (Just want to be heard) Tell me |
| What does it mean to be heard and seen? |
| You’ll notice me |
| my voice here was sewn in between hopes and dreams |
| Frustrated, my pen a pistol waving |
| Nobody move, I blast off on your pages (Heard) |
| Came a long way from singing at colder plantations |
| To that church girl honin' her flow up in the basement |
| Vivid imagination run wild, heart racin' |
| Dream of rockin' the mic', like Shante and Daddy Kane did (Heard) |
| , closed eyes, young mind trapped in amazement |
| See the crowd, smell the sweat, feel the dance on the pavement |
| Feel that bass kick, catch my ride, starts to fade quick |
| Big sound just a radiator vibrating (Heard) |
| From the line of the people who rise, survive slavery (Heard) |
| Mass hangings, Reaganomics of the eighties (Heard) |
| We’re back saying, «Fuck all y’all naysayers» (Heard) |
| Me and these rhymes, we gon' make it heard |