What you Heard
Lyrics and vocals by Emcee Lynx
Instrumental by Dub Cee
copyright emcee lynx 2005

I wrote this sittin in the Laundromat watchin my clothes dry
diggin for change and wonderin why
Are we still livin in this fucked up system
And I know ya’ll are feelin me, cuz, yo, just listen
In the year and a half since I finished unamerican
a hundred thousand downloads, there’s really no comparison
And when I step on stage, folks be callin my name
It’s just a little tiny taste of underground fame
And now I’m rockin compilations from cali to austrailia
Getting fan mail from heads in South Africa
Had the album printed in Germany and Indonesia
And it makes my head swim, like I was under anesthesia
I’m just a normal guy, nothing special about me
But folks around the world have somehow heard about me
it makes me wanna shout the whole thing is impossible
and I guess it’s just proof you can conquer any obstacle

So fuck what you heard, you’d better check your assumptions
I’m in this cuz I love to hear that baseline thumpin
And I’m writin for my folks who are working for a change
And we ain’t gonna quit till this world’s rearranged

This is my fifth album and I’ve done all of ‘em at home
Taught myself to make beats cuz I like to work alone
Put out everything myself, made my own website
Gave it all away for free, ‘cause it just seemed right
To cast my bread on the water, let the people come get it
And now folks everywhere love how I spit it
And I’m still doin it for love, never went looking for fame
And I’m still fuckin broke, so the game ain’t changed
And you won’t ever see me fronting tellin’ lies to my folks
Like I’d never ever step up to the stage and choke
I write it from the heart and I say what I believe
so it’s not about gimmicks or tricks up my sleeve
my style is blunt, straightforward, to the point
and won’t ever here me rhyme about smoking a joints
cuz I keep my mind clean like I keep my game tight
tryna start a revolution with the music I write (aight?)

I’ve never lived large rocked ice or gold teeth
And I’m not the kinda cat that wastes energy on beef
I’m just your average dead broke, working class man
Tryna get through my day any way I can
And I’m working on my plan and I’m planning my work
Tryna get things accomplished, not tryna be a jerk
I’m just tryna tell some stories, relate what I’ve seen
and put it all together, understand what it means
if it really means anything at all, I don’t know
I guess that’s up to ya’ll, so, if you like the show
Let me know! Put your hands in the air where I can see ‘em
And make some fuckin noise, ya’ll this isn’t a museum
This is hip hop, live and direct on the corner
And you can get up next if you feel like you wanna
not about getting paid, getting laid or getting up
this right here is for my folks down to light the night up (what?)