This is a song about "Unheard"

Just to feed his inner cat, his inner batch of unheard raps, getting fatter

When i ask him for shit, i get no answer, so god is the cancer

Kill with skills unheard off like timbuktu/

Then i gotta say peace to you

Street stayed quiet murders was left to be unheard.

Must be life. no greater feeling in the world

Wale and k'naan, they don't know is there radio

Grasping the facts/im unheard of though

Ill never speak a lie its unheard

I hear my niggas screaming fuck the world

Leave you people unheard.

Nigga, fuck the world

Let's go shopping, get your purse, them bitches be tricking first

And yet my rhymes were unheard so quiet was much preferred

Grasping the facts/im unheard of though

The world looking out, they on the front row