R U Listenin'? - J Dilla

Uh, uh, uh, listenin'

Uh, yo, are you listenin'?

(«Are you listening?»)

It’s Yancey Boys, are you listening?

Uh, it’s Cake Boys, are you listening?

(«Are you listening?»)

You know, Jay Dee, are you listening?

You know, J. Rocc, are you listening?

(«Are you listening?»)

Guilty Simpson, are you listening?

Yo… («Are you listening?»)

It’s time for vacation, styles outdated

'Bout to send these hatin' hyenas on hiatus

Blazin' these indicas, hybrids, and sativas

You check the cleavage of these rocks, way harder than her tits

They’re just as fake as her lips, as long as they pay her attention

My raps is straight third-dimension IMAX

Niggas heard but didn’t listen, your girl is my witness

She came in the living room while I was puffing my brains out

And she start sucking me down while I watched my favorite sitcom

Why are people so slow witted?

Uh, are you people listening?

You see how I’m flippin' this?

What color is that?

it’s called originality

Cali weed, it gotta be grown naturally

For me to grind it and roll it, now I can’t control it

Backstage smoking with MJ and Otis

A naked lady on the couch, does anybody notice?

I said, my people, are you listening?

Show some love to the 313, you know me («Are you listening?)

I said, my ladies, are you listening?

Show some love to the D, baby, you know me

(«Are you listening?»)

Uh, yeah, we shake these haters like dice

Yeah, we shake these haters like dice

Yeah, I shake them haters like dice

Yeah…

GS, boy, uh-huh

I chief cheeba, and sleep with divas

And serve these wack rappers like pizzerias

You get sliced on the mic, I’m so nice

Amazing shit’s here is about as common as cold ice

And you could date your woman your whole life

She still gon' leave with GS, me, yes

Ain’t no secret, he blessed, he fresh

All y’all green and depressed, and we West

On the coast with a blunt to burn

Sometimes I lose count of the funds we earn

Yeah, who wanna retract than count stacks?

I’m happily surprised where the amount’s at

Rap is my kingdom, give me the crown hat

My crew deep, we blow reef' and down 'gnac

And Illa J is my co-defendant (What up, fam?)

We had it locked before we spoke a sentence, yeah

I said, my people, are you listening?

Show some love to the 313, you know me («Are you listening?»)

I said, my ladies, are you listening?

Show some love to the D, baby, you know me («Are you listening?»)

Uh, yeah, we shake these haters like dice

Yeah, we shake these haters like dice

Yeah, I shake them haters like dice

Yeah…

Got you in hypnosis, I’m a Detroit hypnotist, tremble quake

Quivers, shiver you whole inside with this unexplainable delivery

Deliver these vocals that you picture so vividly

Comparable to those memories

In the early stages, before society put your minds in cages

So you could block, stays in your mind

A wise soul, Illa drops the gems, you smell that winner seas

Part the game like CP3 from Tennessee to New Orleans

(«Are your eardrums open???»)

I said, my people, are you listening?

Show some love to the 313, you know me («Are you listening?»)

I said, my ladies, are you listening?

Show some love to the D, baby, you know me («Are you listening?»)

Uh, yeah, we shake these haters like dice

Yeah, we shake these haters like dice

Yeah, I shake them haters like dice

Yeah…

(«Are you listening?»)