Silence - Black Milk

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 (x8)

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 frontin'

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 (x8)

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»