Silence
    (专辑: Glitches In The Break - 2014)
    
    I 
hear the 
drummer strike the 
sky  I 
hear the 
drummer strike the 
sky  Silent at days end...  I 
hear the 
drummer strike the 
sky  I 
hear the 
drummer strike the 
sky  I 
hear the 
drummer strike the 
sky  I 
hear the 
drummer strike the 
sky  I 
hear the 
drummer strike the 
sky  I 
hear the 
drummer strike the 
sky  I 
hear the 
drummer strike the 
sky  I 
hear the 
drummer strike the 
sky   Yeah, talk too much  Grind online nigga blog too much  Tell the 
world quiet down  Speaking at the 
same time everybody talking loud  Can't hear nothing  Got too many people here, all in your ear fronting  Tryna sell you a 
dream  On your TV or computer screen it ain't what it seems  Tryna hear yourself think over the 
hype  Labels tryna change art and what you say on the 
mic  Media hype, bark bigger than the 
bite  World's a 
squirrel getting crushed by a 
meteorite, fuck it  Paid to lose or paid your dues or paid for YouTube views  Either way it don't matter when some so desperate to win  Or be heard they refuse to lose, so animated  Move like some, they tell you to move nigga move like none  Let the 
beat move on the 
one when the 
kick and the 
snare hit  Watch the 
crowd move by the 
drum   I 
hear the 
drummer strike the 
sky  I 
hear the 
drummer strike the 
sky  I 
hear the 
drummer strike the 
sky  I 
hear the 
drummer strike the 
sky  I 
hear the 
drummer strike the 
sky  I 
hear the 
drummer strike the 
sky  I 
hear the 
drummer strike the 
sky  I 
hear the 
drummer strike the 
sky   Yeah you where I 
be  When you hear 'em talk in the 
streets  The 
one that's making the 
most is the 
one that don't speak  The 
one talking the 
loudest is the 
one doing the 
least  Geezsh, don't mean to be rude  Even after the 
show, don't meant to be crude  Holla at the 
fans and probably even blow something  But know something, this is not an interview  In the 
party tryna sip, they in your ear tryna politic  Standing right in my view dawg of what I'm tryna pursue dawg  See me tryna get on this chick  Lotta niggas think the 
world is waiting on 'em  Other niggas think everybody is hating on 'em  Lotta cats talk the 
talk but can't live it  Everybody got an opinion and is a 
critic, silence...  Don't give me that, wanting to talk about real boom-bap  And how you love real rap (real rap)  Either you can greet me like "peace" when you see me  We can talk real talk just holla "what up Black"   I 
hear the 
drummer strike the 
sky  I 
hear the 
drummer strike the 
sky  I 
hear the 
drummer strike the 
sky  I 
hear the 
drummer strike the 
sky  I 
hear the 
drummer strike the 
sky  I 
hear the 
drummer strike the 
sky  I 
hear the 
drummer strike the 
sky  I 
hear the 
drummer strike the 
sky