The Great Communicator

My own intent's not easy to see I'm not the great communicator that I used to be, apparently But I know what it means when I hear screams And it's the sonics, not the phonics and it's all in the delivery Now I'm learning 'bout what lies underneath So if you catch me speaking through my teeth Oh, you gotta stop me now I keep my ear to the street And I keep on reading lips and looks as I'm looking for that perfect beat But I know it's all down to me And if something's lost in the translation, I know I shouldn't take it so personally But your s's look like f's to me We been ebonic since we been thirteen How you like me now? They get detached from what's been going on They feed you crap you can't keep growing on They give you stats that tell you nothing at all 'Bout who you want to be But your s's look like f's to me We been ebonic since we been thirteen How you like me now? They get detached from what's been going on They feed you crap you can't keep growing on They give you stats that tell you nothing at all 'Bout who you want to be Who you wanna be?