Public Enemy: Check what you're listening to

[verse 1]The Black falling down, its goin downNo subject matter, I dont hear it goin aroundMinds over matter , they don't mind causeWe dont matter, DJ Lord's on the platterCant shake this, the gott-damn matrixGot actors winning politics, the tricksGot hot chicks in the back of of wack ass rap flicksCalled videos (hoooo)Turn off the got-damn radioCause they dont show yall what yall need to knowCant fade it though, Lord don't fade it yoYear of the Lord , make love fuck war tourAfter before 2004, i sworeDj Lord come bust down the doorLos Angel-less, New Jack PityThey say fuck the sticks cause they be the cityHomeless sitting outside smellin shittyThanks for not giving a got-damn thing prettySo called land of plenty , can't spare a pennyIt's the have nots against the haves,Is you wit me?Check What You Listening To[verse 2]You might be cuttin tracksBut he's cuttin edgeThe sword of Lord high like Phil UpchurchThrough the verse, the truth hurtsFrom the aftermath of that sonic autographLord ,don't make him madSo I spit , how loud you want it to get?Cold sweat.2005 flicks, new trips through dirty beatsHits and all those bass kicksLookout yall,Cmon, cant forget to kick thisIf the shoe fits get with the ramblin wreckCheck it, to stomp outAll dem nitwits Chuck D stylinDon't you know where ?On the new BuckwhylinCross the Land, cause the bandHits the fans, watch them all SLAM the jamYes they can can, beware the manTake a stand yall, wreck the planCheck What You Listening To[verse 3]One foot stuck in the raveMillennium dance crazeCross fade to the new phaseLike the old days, twisted in convoluted systemsExisted in the beats of wisdom existanceCross the Land, cause the bandHits the fans, watch them all SLAM the jamIllegal beats , frisk himFind not a pop thing with himMulti-ethnic like a prismCant hear this?You in audio prisonHands be whizzin, cross the waxMovin tracks from across the tracksThrough your mind he attacks, DJ Lord.Scratch the gospel , tell them wack ass beatsThey can go to hell, 'ding'The rave bellSee the crowd swell, got even when the needle fellStill heard them cuts over the yell!Through the verse, the truth hurtsFrom the aftermath of that sonic autographMr Chuck , Dj Lord attack the tracksYall CHECK WHAT YOU LISTENING TO.