Illtalic, Lyric & DeMiurgiC: "No One Listens"
Illtalic
No One Listens
So much to say but no one to hear.. its crystal clear
How can I voice my fear when there’s no one to hear
It’s like a one handed clap.. the atmosphere ready to snap
Real shit is drowned beneath so much fabricated crap
And the noise is too much to bear.. my soul is bared
But no one stops to listen an no one even cares
Why would they when I show no care.. makes sense
My existence is hollow yet my thoughts are dense
My mind screams at me and looks for a means of escape
But I cant provide it.. when my mouth is sealed and taped
So I stop to look around at my contemporaries.. Jeez!
Why would they listen when I turn a deaf ear to their pleas?
Waves of frustration transcend my fingers.. it must be written
So I stick with typing.. cos its clear that No One Listens
Lyric
No one listens to my words, why am I lyrically unheard
I know I have much to learn, but why has this negligence occured?
Battle talent is unnoticed, no matter what form of dopeness is posted
Vets write hate and then bold it, say quit now, there's still no hope kid
I know I'm being realistic, frustrated tryin to forget the statistics
Aint tryin to be egotistic, jus want respect for my linguistics
Voice my opinion but no one hears, overshadowed by my peers
Attention I have to commandeer, Recognition doesn't seem near
On this site I'm the minority, this underrated title won't let go of me
Gotta straighten out my priorities, try and work to gain seniority
Everyone has had this feeling, loss and hope jus interweaving
Screening ability for no reason, leaving no room for tru meaning
Try hard to make my rhymes glisten, Dun respect then skills ya missin
Wishin the elite would jus stop dissin, I speak but No one listens...
DeMiurgiC
Sublimiminal Messages through wax clogging multiple Mc's ears..
Tells one to spit like all the others and Everyone will gather to hear
I can't save you if you won't listen to mental conspiracies...
I think outside the Box so the powers that be are fearing me
Listen you drones shaped by societiy and opinions of others..
Haze over your eyes..your all in body bags and the slaughter i uncovered..
Dead men walking abstract thoughts keeping me alive striving...
Yet constant influence by deaden souls trys to pull me back from surviving....
You can't listen if you don't respect and since your ego is all you know...
Your already doomed yourself..chose your path..i can't dig you out of that hole
Might as well cut your ears off cause they serve you no purpose...
You barely scratch the surface of mans Work and yet you already label it as herbish