| The Black falling down, its goin down
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| No subject matter, I dont hear it goin around
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| Minds over matter, they don’t mind cause
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| We dont matter, DJ Lord’s on the platter
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| Cant shake this, the gott-damn matrix
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| Got actors winning politics, the tricks
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| Got hot chicks in the back of of wack ass rap flicks
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| Called videos (hoooo)
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| Turn off the got-damn radio
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| Cause they dont show yall what yall need to know
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| Cant fade it though, Lord don’t fade it yo Year of the Lord, make love fuck war tour
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| After before 2004, i swore
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| Dj Lord come bust down the door
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| Los Angel-less, New Jack Pity
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| They say fuck the sticks cause they be the city
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| Homeless sitting outside smellin shitty
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| Thanks for not giving a got-damn thing pretty
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| So called land of plenty, can’t spare a penny
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| It’s the have nots against the haves,
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| Is you wit me?
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| Check What You Listening To You might be cuttin tracks
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| But he’s cuttin edge
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| The sword of Lord high like Phil Upchurch
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| Through the verse, the truth hurts
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| From the aftermath of that sonic autograph
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| Lord, don't make him mad
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| So I spit, how loud you want it to get?
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| Cold sweat.
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| 2005 flicks, new trips through dirty beats
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| Hits and all those bass kicks
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| Lookout yall,
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| Cmon, cant forget to kick this
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| If the shoe fits get with the ramblin wreck
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| Check it, to stomp out
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| All dem nitwits Chuck D stylin
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| Don’t you know where?
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| On the new Buckwhylin
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| Cross the Land, cause the band
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| Hits the fans, watch them all SLAM the jam
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| Yes they can can, beware the man
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| Take a stand yall, wreck the plan
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| Check What You Listening To One foot stuck in the rave
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| Millennium dance craze
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| Cross fade to the new phase
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| Like the old days, twisted in convoluted systems
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| Existed in the beats of wisdom existance
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| Cross the Land, cause the band
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| Hits the fans, watch them all SLAM the jam
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| Illegal beats, frisk him
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| Find not a pop thing with him
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| Multi-ethnic like a prism
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| Cant hear this?
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| You in audio prison
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| Hands be whizzin, cross the wax
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| Movin tracks from across the tracks
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| Through your mind he attacks, DJ Lord.
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| Scratch the gospel, tell them wack ass beats
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| They can go to hell, 'ding'
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| The rave bell
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| See the crowd swell, got even when the needle fell
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| Still heard them cuts over the yell!
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| Through the verse, the truth hurts
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| From the aftermath of that sonic autograph
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| Mr Chuck, Dj Lord attack the tracks
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| Yall CHECK WHAT YOU LISTENING TO… |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Check What You're Listening To , by - Public Enemy. Song from the album New Whirl Odor, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп