Luyện nghe bài hát Soundman

Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes
Yo, Mr. Soundman, we would very appreciate it
(Yes indeed)
If you add a tad bit more
And a more lows to the mic
(Word up)

I'm on mic number one, Prince is on mic two
(Yes, yes, yes)
A bit more but right, right, right there, yeah
One more, c'mon, uhh
(Recognize)
C'mon, right, yes, yes, right here, uhh, c'mon,

Sorta similar to the way I remember to be the
Pharoahe, God's to vocabulary
My soliloquies be killin' me softly
Still I be artillery, y'all feelin' me yet?

don't stop here, nigga
I MC's out of a six-sided figure
My strategies be to MC's
Who receive certificates from rap

I'm terrific wordplay
(Wordplay)
Specific verbs, say we step it up to the next level
See if I God
Then all my is exclusively Lucifer

See y'all to the niggaz who would say devil right?
(Right)
But I ain't them, they me
(Nah, uh, huh)
With some bullshit college-ass degree
But let me you how we do it, duh, duh, duh

Done the disco fluid, duh, duh
But if it loud enough
We tell the soundman, turn shit up, up, up
C'mon,

Yo, Pharoahe, hold up, up, check it
Let me introduce
I'm Senor El Chocolate, creme de la creme, a la
Poe, God's gift to vocabulary

Very visual, every slide
Is spiritually projected, forever
Never to hide but to shine like diamonds mines
Let ass marinate and Poe free flows over basslines

I'm takin' elevatin' to
Plateaus, rippin' shows with cosmic sex
Love on CD's and cassettes and
(Now all rise)
Now who masters the when it's time to Flex?
(Organized)

From the Southside, spar MC's
Thinkin' they comp, but soon to get like trees
I eat of all kinds, spit out the rhyme
Regurgitate their mindstate 'cause I eat swine

Set it straight, online, programmed to climb
You catch me in The Grind
bumpin' a dime
Now let me you how we do it
(Yeah, yeah)

With that old disco
(Uh, huh)
And if it loud enough
Tell the soundman to turn shit up
Up, up, up
(Up, up)

If it, uh, it

(Turn me up now, ooh, ohh, yeah)
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ohh, ooh, ooh)

Tinted V8, buck and a on the dash
All weather Pirellis, the exterior is cash
Black leather, Nakamichi system to blast
Full metal to the pedal when we Organize on ass

I last, amongst the mass, gettin' the
But in the stash fast the stock market crash
Splash, quarts of straight water fortified
place to get this partyin' on

In any club or on the corner in the box pops
In barbershops, ladies got with it in hoopties, some in
Look at love-love, with this top-notch
Boombastic, ghetto dope now, fly gymnastics of

With toxic, rock shit
(Daily, mmm)
The soul up in the cockpit
Lock shit with my optic
You ain't fuckin' with this propher, who's too Stop it

(Hey, Mr.
Can you boost me, me up?)

I'm them in yo face, spinnin' them quick wit'
blendin' them in wit', homynyms entered in
And by embalmin' them wit', shit, whenever I
No need for me to go, get old hit, records to go gold

Yo shit with no innovation whatsoever
You and all your not clever
Y'all need to be that shit
You bold black plans of promotional schemes

And scams are so
are trash to me, nigga actually
Your platinum plaque should even go back to the
People be like Michael and when

Recyclin' when the fans wanna hear Fresh
imperial rap pros who Organize
Gettin' very intolerant at rap shows lactose
In fact niggaz that act up get smacked

Backwards for so anti-climac, tic
Watch any mack get, put on his back
tactics utilized without practice

is how we do it, duh, duh, duh
(Yeah, yeah)
Done the disco fluid, duh, duh
(Uh, huh)

But if it ain't enough
Say if it ain't enough
Say if it ain't loud
We tell the turn that motherfuckin' volume up, nigga