[Verse 1 : Monelo]
Befriend Monelo, the half jaded, with eyelids weighting
To close back the curtains and snooze, cuz his life's outdated
The average pre-teen with yellow teeth prone to sweet
No beef, cuz bruises and grief will make him sneak like a thief
Each week, like each second, daily routine
Laziness planted, even talking to his self he ain't rooting
Friends turned against him behind, there goes his backup
But he don't mind, cuz he can't thicken their masquerade and makeup
Books were his bullies, gave him a wedgie to his cortex
His fear, flunking any test, so he didn't take a second guess
Was told for the best, now the only rhyme is regret
Can't complain he was blind fold, But done waiting for parole
Assigned with orders, thought defending with martial arts
But his opponent ain't a person, it was his personality
Dull and not the coolest was his weakness in reality
Until something dug him out of his burrow, it was his radio
Was five miles from home, crossing the intersection in Nissan
His dad beside behind the wheel, radio was turned on
Was uninterrupted of his nap, was almost dozed off
Until something caught his attention, it was rap got him blown off
Addicted to that multisyllabic Flow, the speed and tempo
Thought half of it was static or a parallel track on a radio
It was Rap God by Eminem at the fifteen second and
Who can execute that type of move thought he was on chemicals
[Interlude : Monelo]
His Dad was like "Hey, .. what kind of songs do these people make nowadays"
I said "what kind of songs do these.."
Hey, I'm talking to you, What happened, hey...you
DeaF (Echoes)
[Verse 2 : Monelo]
Behold Monelo
Aw shit, the funk is within you, Goddamn
This how it is, when you broke out the cocoon
Latent knack of imagination, blow out the balloon
Politeness be what I never lack, cuz I'm been familiar with method acts
Ain't no doormat, making it, labelling 'Welcome' above them booby traps
Hip hop saving my ass from bouncing of the walls, to getting them
Forgive me for the material, docking my earphone to the jack
Turning the knob from couple to double the decibel to even the hats
Remember Jackson's 'Black or White' that shattered them glass
Amount that to the surround that flew my dad's angers
Yelling me, I may go DeaF, at least on left
But indirectly telling me, not maybe that I've been obsessed
With open-mindedness they minus me from adding my liberty
To sounds that multiply my dreams and provide immunity
To my pain or calm me down when you go insane
After this trip, I ain't never gonna lose my snares
I write my notes in the air, not from my textbook
Done trying to find that 'X', hip hop will never end up my ex
Unless you fed-ex my brain and donate it to an orphan
You'll see he'll turn to someone more than an ordinary person
My legs don't hurt when I'm running for good
Your legs don't hurt, cuz its prosthetic and good
[Verse 3 : Monelo]
Behind Monelo, the industry urging for pay checks
Requirements involve a measuring tape and brunettes
Kill finesse, your boss talking
Be honest and the business be falling
Playing poker with every artist
Converting them to another artless
The boss yelling, pulling the charts out
His moto billboard or nothing
Nothing was your everything from the beginning
Get a hold of your over confidence
Basically to music, be dishonest
Gave me the blueprint, told me, denial could've made you designing em
Told me, he know the people are DeaF, but no choice, he can't lose again
Tried luring me in with glasses, roofie and champagne
Destiny put me here to make it rain
Asking me to reverse my sound
Reverb, hi hats and snares
Asking me of demands, he barely heard people say yes
Telling me, " Hey I'm talking to you, will you ever nod ?"
Probably after he finds out I'm DeaF
