[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To close back the curtains and snooze, cuz his life's outdated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