[Verse 1: Akua Naru]
(Just want to be heard) Yo
You know, like I know, what it means to be heard and seen, undisturbed
Rock live, hear the crowd sing the words
Paint your passion in the verse till it hurts
[?] search
As rap blogs debate the craft of your work (Heard)
Watch the birth of an album sold, won the platinum
The fact that cats on that Spike Lee, we gotta have it
Anita sung with such rapture, sweet as young laughter
Swingin' they arms as my song charms they ghettoblaster (Heard)
Come off braggin’ 'bout your talent to the pastor, to the mail man, whoever
Half flattered, half embarrassed, tell 'em
That your song’s on the radio, story [?], play me close, and they got your girl on daily rot—(Heard)—tation
It's crazy yo, started on a sticky note
Ended in the crowd as a sound in a stranger's throat
A Facebook post, somebody claim you wrote their favorite quote
And they felt the pain you wrote with each line you labored for
Heard

[Chorus: Blitz the Ambassador]
How you listen to the radio—
The radio—ra-ra-radio—
How you listen to the radio claim—
Claim hip hop is dead?
How you listen—
How you listen to—
The ra-r-r-radio—
How you listen to the radio—
Listen to the radio claim hip hop is dead?
[Verse 2: Akua Naru]
(Just want to be heard) Yo
You know, like I know, what it means to be heard
If not my history shows the trail of silence, confiscation of words
Violence against stories born, never told
What happened, do they dry up like the dreams in that old Hughes poem? (Heard)
I reminisce on how it all started out, used to beg for a crowd
Thought I was whack before I opened my mouth
Somebody said, "God bless the female child
Who got her own road, the shit sounds phat
We sing along to the song, yo" (Heard)
Love hip hop, supersedes the love it don't got
For us, drop it like it's hot and top the world, watch (Rock)
Guess our story's too deep for those who'd rather
Listen as we slidin' down poles for the camera, exposed (Heard)
Where my mouth closed, moan for the answer
Show ’em who the boss, Tony Danza, get your hands up
’Cause your narrative deserves a platform
And a turn to know what it feels like to be heard

[Chorus: Blitz the Ambassador]
How you listen to the radio—
The radio—ra-ra-radio—
How you listen to the radio claim—
Claim hip hop is dead?
How you listen—
How you listen to—
The ra-r-r-radio—
How you listen to the radio—
Listen to the radio claim hip hop is dead?
[Verse 3: Akua Naru]
(Just want to be heard) Tell me
What does it mean to be heard and seen? You'll notice me
[?] my voice here was sewn in between hopes and dreams
Frustrated, my pen a pistol waving
Nobody move, I blast off on your pages (Heard)
Came a long way from singing at colder plantations
To that church girl honin’ her flow up in the basement
Vivid imagination run wild, heart racin'
Dream of rockin' the mic', like Shante and Daddy Kane did (Heard)
[?], closed eyes, young mind trapped in amazement
See the crowd, smell the sweat, feel the dance on the pavement
Feel that bass kick, catch my ride, starts to fade quick
Big sound just a radiator vibrating (Heard)
From the line of the people who rise, survive slavery (Heard)
Mass hangings, Reaganomics of the eighties (Heard)
We’re back saying, "Fuck all y'all naysayers" (Heard)
Me and these rhymes, we gon' make it heard