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hear me - journalist 103 lyrics

[intro – journalist 103]
i’m in the struggle for y’all out here you, man. ya know?
so listen closely. yo

[verse 1 – journalist 103]
i craft rhymes designed for mind stimulation
i was blessed to turn a hobby to an occupation
rock the mics for the people, gettin’ standin’ ovation
‘cause my verbal demonstration’s a little abrasive
hatin’ fakeness, protestin’ the fairy tale
bein’ booked by the radio for the record sales
but i see what it is—they want our souls in h-ll
the devil’s runnin’ the media—it ain’t hard to tell
i derail the sucka train, the thought
which usually leaves most of my kind locked in the blocks
lil’ c-ckin’ the glock with the pistol to your knot
check it in before you splattered over this sidewalk
i don’t side talk—homeboy, i’m a straight shooter
my verbal missiles is locking on anything moving
so if you know like i know, you’d better keep it moving
before you caught in the stampede of a verbal movement

[hook – journalist 103]
every word i express turns to action. watch it manifest
speaking out for the oppressed, fightin’ for freedom, homie, and nothin’ less
steady, spittin’ that raw sh-t. watch as the crowd turns to mosh pits
let the [?] run this truth when i step in the booth. who wanna start sh-t?

[verse 2 – saigon]
it’s hip hop. tower can sell. n-ggas is still in and out of them jail
papa still got the powder for sell
all the blindfolded blacks act like we ain’t allowed to rebel
it’s h-ll. we runnin’ out of ways to try to prevail
the women turnin’ to strippers, got v-g-n-s for sale
the fellas is just ridiculous, lack loyalty and honor as well
i got some comrades and mine are for real
check. i’m tryin’ to call the guys, is ready to organize
the good guy gang bangers, boy we on a ride
you be surprised if i could describe all the times
n-ggas ready to ride—most of them offer they lives
if we buildin’ for the betterment of our children
the future look bright and we never give up until then
although i never earn a third of my respects
i still shoulder the tech. my culture: verbal architect
yeah, full effect

[verse 3 – fashawn]
i give birth to a rhyme, now i’m flashing my flesh
let destiny manifest with every sentence i sketch
the world is mine—i don’t deserve nothin’ less
cut all the small talk. cut the check
i rap for those in in need of reparation
reciprocity. i’m on the odyssey
[?]. obviously. i’m the last real n-gga alive as far i can see
uh. it’s like my pen’s filled with ex-lax
sh-t on the track. what you expect? splat!
lames get the chains off they neck sn-tched
i don’t see a finishing line, i’m on my next lap
ugh. i can’t stand you n-ggas
y’all be on that bullsh-t. i should brand you n-ggas
uh. not comfortable with coming in third
got a bundle of words. i just wanna be heard
word… word…

- journalist 103 lyrics

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