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Mars Ill
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Sounds of Music
We invite you and your section to witness pure perfection Right here in the form of these finest phonograph selections Drums in all directions, arrange tonal inflections Sound penetrates your chest like some sort of ill infection Reflect eternally on these high fidelity masters Whisper secrets in your ears in the form of ghetto blasters Rap until the rapture, what you need, not what you want As we represent the artform that was born in the Bronx Forming the songs that haunt fake emcees nightmares Might scare you straighter than the mayor did Times Square Right there, the dopest vocalist hold this down like an anchor Driving the mic like a motorist yelling, 'Rappers are in Danger!' Beautify tracks like trains by graff painters Speak to rap fans like family even though you're perfect strangers Emcees showing their anger, so they be, they stand true The sounds of music, do re mi, peace to Julie Andrews. Sounds bounce through back alleys, pound the grouds of where you live We found the call to pack venues wall to wall and we did For all you kids, heads, whoever who are holding it down All in all we do this now so you can soak up the sound. (Repeat) Behold the now, evolution of stereophonic sound Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Ultrasonic combinations of thought and revolution Lock down spots like a convict, plus I've made a resolution Don't take part in popular practice of mind and noise pollution Voiced the best solution but no one really wants to hear The God of Abraham and Isaac was the answer all these years Do I have to strike hearts like Richard Gere with primal fear In the drivers' seat of life but really much too blind to steer Target ears with acoustic weapons, the music of the culture Collect props from heads like Fleer, but won't be honored with a sculpture Steer clear of idolotry even if you might call it me I'd fall to see hypocrisy held high in the halls of we I tell the fly to be grounded, the sharp to be well rounded When you've mastered the facets of the craft, they'll be astounded Hold fast to syllabic patterns and different forms of meter Use the vocab, teach the masses when you're blasting through the speaker The power's behind the tongue, I'm the novel, you're the reader I'm the manCHILD, I' speak for the Most High, Elohim the leader Surpassing heads who are lofty or holding it down for the underground Behold the now, evolution of stereophonic sound.
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