DJ Lord - Check What You're Listening To lyrics

[Introduction] [Chuck D] "It was a lot of hard work. Although we were on this pedestal, there was still places that wouldn't play our records; radio stations that wouldn't play our records. There was no support for rap, and we was just fighting for hip-hop, fighting for rap..." [Scratching] "Today, it's time to stop swingin' and start swingin'..." "I'm here to tell you, in case you don't know it. You got a new generation of black people who don't care anything whatsoever" [Verse 1] The Black falling down, its goin down No subject matter, I dont hear it goin around Minds over matter, they don't mind cause We don't matter, DJ Lord's on the platter Can't shake this, the goddamn matrix Got actors winning politics, the tricks Got hot chicks in the back of of wack a** rap flicks Called videos, ho! (Ho!) Turn off the goddamn radio Cause they don't show y'all what y'all need to know Can't fade it though, Lord don't fade it yo (Public Enemy Number One) Year of the Lord, Make Love f** War Tour After before 2004, I swore DJ Lord come bust down the door Los Angel-less, New Jack Pity They say f** the sticks cause they be the city Homeless sitting outside smellin' sh**ty Thanks for not giving a goddamn thing pretty So-called land of plenty, can't spare a penny It's the have-not's against the have's, is you with me? [Hook with DJ scratches] "Yo what's up?" "Y'all know the name..." "D, the enemy..." Check what ya listenin' to "How can I make you understand?" "Our DJ's better than all these bands" Check what ya listenin' to [Verse 2] You might be cuttin' tracks but he's cuttin' edge The sword of Lord high like Phil Upchurch Through the verse, the truth hurts from the aftermath Of that sonic autograph Lord, don't make him mad, so I spit How loud you want it to get? Cold sweat 2005 flicks, new trips through dirty beats Hits and all those ba** kicks; lookout, y'all C'mon, can't forget to kick this If the shoe fits get with the ramblin' wreck, check it To stomp out all them nitwits, Chuck D stylin' Don't you know we're on the new Buckwhylin' Cross the Land, cause the band Hits the fans, watch them all slam the jam Yes they can can, beware the man Take a stand y'all, wreck the plan [DJ scratches] "Ahh..." "Public Enemy Number 1, Public Enemy Number 1" Check what ya listenin' to "Radio" "I ain't with it" "So what'cha sayin?" "Consider yourselves warned!" "Yeah, y'all!" "Louder!" Check what ya listenin' to [Verse 3] One foot stuck in the rave Millennium dance craze, cross fade to the new phase Like the old days, twisted in convoluted systems Existed in the beats of wisdom existence Cross the Land, cause the band Hits the fans, watch them all slam the jam Illegal beats, frisk him Find not a pop thing with him Multi-ethnic like a prism Can't hear this? You in audio prison, hands be whizzin, cross the wax Movin' tracks from across the tracks Through your mind he attacks, DJ Lord Scratch the gospel, tell them wack a** beats They can go to hell, ding! The rave bell See the crowd swell, got even when the needle fell Still heard them cuts over the yell Through the verse, the truth hurts From the aftermath of that sonic autograph Mr Chuck, DJ Lord attack the tracks Y'all check what you listening to [DJ Scratches] "I came in the door, I said it before..." "We got this..." Check what ya listening to "Woop, woop, that's the sound of the police "Woop, woop, that's the sound of the..." Check what ya listening to (scratching) Check what ya listening to "Run, run, run, run, run, run" Check what ya listening to "Rock and roll" "Aw sh**" "Public Enemy" "Word" "Round-round-round-round" "So what you on, Hobbs, dope or dog food?" "Let's turn back the clock and listen to this cla**ic melody" "Ladies and gentlemen, presenting..." "Jam Master Jay" "Jam, jam, jam, jam, jam" "This is dedicated to..." "Jam Master Jay" "Jam, jam, jam, jam" "Jam Master Jay" "Yo Jay" "One of the greatest... of all times..."