9th Wonder Hearing The Melody Lyrics

Yeah I'm hearing the melody
Yeah I'm hearing the melody
Yeah 9th Wonderful tunes
Yeah they trying to hear it though (they try to hear it though)
Ok they trying to hear it though (they try to hear it though)

//Skyzoo//
OK for heavy thing the melody be and what you get to perceive
It's all dependent on the steps and what they've yet to believe
I put a cape on did it for the steps where I be
I got my J off and made 'em wanna step in my three's
And if ever you should attempt you steppin' through to the trench
And if you should live to recall it you'll never do this again
And if you should live to be honest you'll let it do what it promised
I promise to be the reason my 'hood gets another honor.
Christopher did it first, Skylar the second coming
I knew when I saw that hearse that I got to keep up the runnings
Knew if you caught a verse then you'd probably want to tuck it
Let the drumming be the talk of The Current,
And written in for every ace and every mention
Every RICO in your glare or AZ or rich and the [?] was really there
The shit that screams are made of
Living dreams and wake-ups
And using handbooks to hide the paper.

//hook//
I'm hearing the melody (hearing the melody)
And hear what it's telling me
I stood tall next to it to hear what they let it be
I stood tall next to it for fear what it never be (9th)
And I be on my own when I hear what it's telling me. ([?] I gotch you)

//Fashawn//
Properly medicated and probably the most debated
Obviously dedicated discography underrated,
And it's preposterous how I'm popping up on this station
Used to be one of poverty's most popular faces.
Niggas try copying and pasting but couldn't copy the cadence
Don't be surprised I keep pocketing paper.
Profits is major, Is the population of Rastas out in Jamaica my posse nothing to play with.
From a rock o' a Venezuela
Moving more product then El Chapo and the Lavers
Don't even call me an M.C., I'm an ogre,
I'm a meteorite, these niggas mediocre.
I'd rather be considered an O.G. when it's over
In a tinted limousine blowing weed at my chauffeurs.
Don Santiago on behalf of my [?],
Been married to the mob, Jasmine Solano. (Nigga)

//hook//
Hearing the melody
And hear what it's telling me (yeah)
I stood tall next to it to hear what they let it be (Fresh)
I stood tall next to it (air) for fear what it never be
And I be on my own when I hear what it's telling me.

//King Mez//
Hearing my melody make me liable for felonies
RAK I am with it, what ya'll niggas telling me
Definitely won't be maturing if it don't help better me
Olympic set is on nigga's should probably medal me.
Only gold, mental official because I know phony 'fo
People with opinions that matter gonna tell you homie go
It's more the music to me ya'll niggas only 'bout the money
While I'm next to italic buttons like homie bold.
King Mez-a-Tron, Sans shots to connoisseurs
Who watch the movie and show love to artists on the scores
And shouts to artists who cool with being my targets
And sweating bullets because I know I can be murder on you pores.
Too fast home get enough when I drop
And know that everybody know that I be something to stop.
It's probably why I button all my button-ups to the top
My flow classy niggas so don't ash me. (Yeah)

//hook//
Hearing the melody
And hear what it's telling me
I stood tall next to it to hear what they let it be
I stood tall next to it (air) for fear what it never be
And I be on my own when I hear what it's telling me.