The Mak of All Trades - Not Listening Lyrics

We don't listen to politicians
We don't listen to the police
We don't listen to our teachers, or the preacher on the streets
We don't listen to television
We don't listen to the news
We don't listen to nobody who's tying to sell me their views
No

We just listen to Hip Hop
Reggae, Ska, Dub and Soul
We listen to Jungle, Gypsy Jazz, Rhythm Blues and Rock & Roll
We listen to Calypso, Samba, Skiffle and Swing
But if what you're saying don't make sense
Then no, I can't hear a thing

Not Listening
They couldn't even capture my attention with that Ritalin
I don't register the rhetoric they're readily delivering
The tabloid rag or the scripture that its written in
I went to their schools but didn't study their curriculum
An autodidact that's versed in the Trivium
I quantified the cosmos via the Quadrivium
Until I'm no longer fitting in with none of their conditioning
Their mission is to keep control of you
See if you're willing to be living the way robots do
And you can tell from what they're spitting they don't know what's true
They're lacking ethos, pathos and logos too
But hey ho, whats new? Its still the pillars of persuasion
Holding up the nation through fear and intimidation
Been busy debating the state of immigration?
You'll be missing all the blatant liberties that they've been taking

We don't listen to propaganda
We don't listen to their lies
We don't listen to advertisements
Or the songs that they disguise
We don't listen to the Prime Minister
The President or The King
We don't listen to nobody
That won't listen to a thing
No

We just listen to Hip Hop
Reggae, Ska, Dub and Soul
We listen to Jungle, Gypsy Jazz, Rhythm Blues and Rock & Roll
We listen to Calypso, Samba, Skiffle and Swing
But if what you're saying don't make sense
Then no, I can't hear a thing

They're not listening either
Little Caesers, quick to trick and deceive ya
Enlist a believer to petition the speaker, but its theatre
You'll never get to see the real leaders
They teach their elites to be narcissistic
Until their hearts are twisted, it ain't half sadistic
And then they treat the people like they are statistics
All done with a smile like it's part of the business
And they want to expand, see there's lots of demand
But there's never been a system we cannot supplant
So we've had a proper gander at their plots and plans
To make off with grands, before they wash their hands
And now across the land, there's a deficit in our attention
Akin to what they left in the benefits and pensions
We don't listen to a single thing they mention
Cause they only take our power when we let them
So

We just listen to Hip Hop
Reggae, Ska, Dub and Soul
We listen to Jungle, Gypsy Jazz, Rhythm Blues and Rock and Roll
We listen to Calypso, Samba, Skiffle and Swing
But if what you're saying don't make sense
Then no, I can't hear a thing