9th Wonder - Hearing The Melody Ft. Skyzoo, Fashawn & King Mez lyrics

Yeah I'm hearing the melody Yeah I'm hearing the melody Yeah 9th Wonderful tunes Yeah they trying to hear it though (they try to hear it though) Ok they trying to hear it though (they try to hear it though) //Skyzoo// OK for heavy thing the melody be and what you get to perceive Its all dependent on the steps and what they've yet to believe I put a cape on did it for the steps where i be I got my J off and made 'em wanna step in my three's And if ever you should attempt you steppin' through to the trench And if you should live to recall it you'll never do this again And if you should live to be honest you'll let it do what it promised I promise to be the reason my 'hood gets another honor Christopher did it first, Skylar the second coming I knew when i saw that hearse that I got to keep up the runnings Knew if you caught a verse then you'd probably want to tuck it Let the drumming be the talk of The Current And written in for every ace and every mention Every RICO in your glare or AZ or rich and the [?] was really there The sh** that screams are made of Living dreams and wake-ups And using handbooks to hide the paper //hook// I'm hearing the melody (hearing the melody) And hear what it's telling me I stood tall next to it to hear what they let it be I stood tall next to it for fear what it never be (9th) And i be on my own when i hear what its telling me. ([?] I gotch you) //Fashawn// Properly medicated and probably the most debated Obviously dedicated discography underrated And its preposterous how i'm popping up on this station Used to be one of poverty's most popular faces n***as try copying and pasting but couldn't copy the cadence Don't be surprised i keep pocketing paper Profits is major Is the population of Rastas out in Jamaica my posse nothing to play with From a rock o' a Venezuela Moving more product then El Chapo and the Lavers Don't even call me an M.C., I'm an ogre I'm a meteorite, these n***as mediocre I'd rather be considered an O.G. when its over In a tinted limousine blowing weed at my chauffeurs Don Santiago on behalf of my [?] Been married to the mob, Jasmine Solano. (n***a) //hook// Hearing the melody And hear what it's telling me (yeah) I stood tall next to it to hear what they let it be (Fresh) I stood tall next to it (air) for fear what it never be And i be on my own when i hear what its telling me //King Mez// Hearing my melody make me liable for felonies RAK I am with it, what ya'll n***as telling me Definitely won't be maturing if it don't help better me Olympic set is on n***a's should probably medal me Only gold, mental official because I know phony 'fo People with opinions that matter gonna tell you homie go Its more the music to me ya'll n***as only 'bout the money While i'm next to italic bu*tons like homie bold King Mez-a-Tron, Sans shots to connoisseurs Who watch the movie and show love to artists on the scores And shouts to artists who cool with being my targets And sweating bullets because i know i can be murder on you pores Too fast home get enough when I drop And know that everybody know that I be something to stop It's probably why I bu*ton all my bu*ton-ups to the top My flow cla**y n***as so don't ash me. (Yeah) //hook// Hearing the melody And hear what it's telling me I stood tall next to it to hear what they let it be I stood tall next to it (air) for fear what it never be And i be on my own when i hear what its telling me