Silence

[Intro] 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) [Verse 1: Black Milk] 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 [Hook] I hear the drummer strike the sky (x8) [Verse 2: Black Milk] 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" [Hook] [Beat Flip]