Artist: Shyheim Album: The Greatest Story Never Told Song: Pardon the Noise Typed by: CnoEvil@Wu-Lyricz.Com [Chorus: Shyheim] Pardon the noise, I'm just a black ghetto boy Pardon the noise, I'm just a black ghetto boy Pardon the noise, I'm just a black ghetto boy Went through the rain and pain... [Shyheim] Me and the older gods -- would build for hours Tradin' stories, about this fucked up life for ours There was space between our ages, but through pain we related And they helped me understand, clear picturers they painted I'mma fall back, with a blank stare and listen, it's true You can meet your best friend or enemy in prison Zero two eight, three eight seven three was my den I brushed my hair like Chicago, trynna get my waves to spin Read more books than I ever did, from the Art of War and Seduction To different shit on black heritage I wrote mad people, who never responded I was hurt, and disappointed, cuz I felt that we bonded But you know, out of sight, out of mind, home boy, you know the saying Shit was all about me, and even I couldn't change it C.O.'s was hillbilly bastards, devil racist crackers When I see tattoo's of a noose and a hangin' black kid One said "Franklin, when you go home, come back with a friend" The Willie Lynch letter, the slavery blueprint It's still in effect, that's why at night when I sleep I sweat [Chorus 2X: Shyheim] Pardon the noise, I'm just a black ghetto boy Pardon the noise, I'm just a black ghetto boy Pardon the noise, I'm just a black ghetto boy Went through the rain and pain, losin' sunshine and joy [Shyheim] Motivation, dedication, impatience would change my situation I'm about facin', walkin' the other day, towards better days A double L A H, I be what them letters say Show and prove that through my ways and actions Action and ways, used to be a mental slave Til Supreme Mathematics, broke the chains Now I'm free, no long confined, I'm doing time But yeah, guess what, I'm makin' it, worth for me Educational informations, the key to success To reproduce is the only reason, I have sex Wifey's a queen, I put the crown on her dome My first priority's gettin' home, I put my deepest thoughts Into a poem, and draw hearts around the paper To show my appreciation to the art, player But the stocks is up, 99, point 9 percent, for the haters My boy homey told me, "Shy stay sucker free And when you touchdown, holla at me" That's real talk.... [Chorus 2X] [Shyheim] Peace Dad, what up, it's aight in this jail, how is it in that jail? Talk Mathematics cuz you know these crackers readin' our mail Pops, I feel pain like you feel, you always be my hero don't ever feel like you failed Remember we bumped heads in Transit, back in July Those shackles, couldn't touch, but we hug with our eyes I realized, Dad, we had the same sneakers on, with the same size Same green, same shirt, man that shit hurt Mommy used to tell me that you was a dead beat Cuz you chose the wrong people in the midtown street Jocelyn, hustlin', three card molly All you ever wanted to give me was Atari Now we up north, eatin' rice, Jack mac and calamaris, daddy, I'm sorry I miss you, I love you, it wasn't worth it Pardon the noise, but nobody's perfect [Chorus 4X] [Outro: Shyheim] Been to hell and back, man, like 3 or 4 times Man I was up north man, my moms up north My pops up north, man, this my life, man Hip hop's my life, so when y'all miss jewels in this shit, man I take it personal... so don't be suprised man If I start snatchin' y'all drugs, snatchin' y'all mics at the shows Cuz I take it as you're mimickin' my life, like y'all mockin' this shit, man Like y'all makin' fun of me, man.... Man, listen, my niggaz Man, let's get money, let's stay g'd up, man, let's go, to the top, man Bottom Up, straight like that, but that's my shit, you heard?