Luyện nghe bài hát Soundman

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

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

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

don't stop here, nigga
I knock MC's out of a figure
My strategies be to MC's
Who receive from rap academies

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

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

with 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 El Chocolate, creme de la creme, a la cheddy
Prince Poe, God's to vocabulary

visual, every lyrical slide
Is spiritually projected, forever
Never to hide but to shine diamonds inside mines
Let that ass marinate and Poe free over basslines

I'm elevatin' to next
Plateaus, shows with this 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, chump MC's
Thinkin' they comp, but soon to get smoked trees
I eat MC's of all kinds, out the rhyme
their mindstate 'cause I don't eat swine

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

With old disco fluid
(Uh, huh)
And if it ain't enough
Tell the soundman to that 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 half on the
All weather Pirellis, the color is cash
Black Italian leather, system to blast
Full to the pedal when we Organize on that ass

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

In any or on the corner in the box with pops
In barbershops, ladies got it in hoopties, some in drop-tops
Look at love-love, fuckin' 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 propher, who's too tropic? Stop it

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

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

Yo with absolutely no innovation whatsoever
You and all your mens not
Y'all need to be told shit
You ain't bold black plans of promotional

And are so wack
Tracks are trash to me, actually
Your platinum plaque should go back to the factory
People be like Michael and when

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

Backwards for so anti-climac, tic
Watch any mack get, put on his back
Lyrical tactics utilized practice

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

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