Paroles: Key Kool & Rhettmatic. Kozmonautz. Can U Hear It?.

Can U Hear It?"

Well so many people listen to rap nowadays
But so many people don't even know what the raps are saying
You say, oh man, this track is fat but when I ask
What do you think about my raps your reply is (huh? what?)
Cause all you hear is bluh bluh, bluh bluh bluh, bluh bluh
You don't check the lyrical flows, you don't check the lyrical content
For all you care I could just be flowing nonsense
Over the beats cause they move you
You wanna groove but you don't even know what you're grooving to
Waving your hands back and forth, shouting the hook lines
But never really understanding my rhymes
Oblivious, even though I'm giving you this
Definition of how you shouldn't be missing this
Don't act like you know when you don't know the lyrics
So tell me one thing, can you hear it?

[HOOK x2:]
Can you hear it? (huh?)
Can you hear it? (what?)
Can you hear it? (huh?)
Can you hear it? (what?)
Can you hear it? (huh?)
Can you hear it? (what?)
And if you can't hear it say (huh? what?)

Well so many suckers out there are too quick to diss
Cause everything they hear an automatic diss
Diss this diss that what's up with that
Why does everything you hear got to be wack, yup
How'd you like that rap (it's wack)
How'd you like that track (it's wack)
Well how about the scratch (wack wack wack)
You're calling me junk, before you even listen
Does it make you feel good cause you're dissin
You don't feel good bout yourself so you're puttin other people down
But you can't relate to the state of mind I'm in
You gotta begin to realize that
You gotta analyze before you criticize
So pour yourself a bowl of new material like cereal
Take a big spoonful and savor the flavor
And just digest and manifest what the group's about
And if you chuck, hock pooh! then spit it out
So unlock your brain til you have that spirit
Well tell me now yo, can you hear it?

[HOOK x2]

So many people try to claim that rap is not music
They say we take the notes and the chords and abuse it
They always talking trash, dissin on a mission
Just because we don't fit in the musical definition
But we're constantly creating, putting beats together
Thinking up more ways to make the music sound more clever
Evolving and evolving every thing that we can think of
And we're rising yes we're rising yes we're rising up above
The limits and the walls where they said we would fall
But now in the 90's, hiphop is standing tall
But we gotta keep progressing, encourage innovation
Strive for unity within the hiphop nation
So play it loud and proud, you need to turn it up
Or if you're in your ride, let it bump in your trunk
And if you get a ticket, so what, you can clear it
So if you see the man, say what up, can you hear it?