Luyện nghe bài hát Soundman

Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes
Yo, Mr. Soundman, we would 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 number one, Prince is on mic two
(Yes, yes, yes)
A little bit more but right, right, there, yeah
One more, c'mon, uhh
(Recognize)
C'mon, right, yes, yes, right here, uhh, c'mon,

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

Props stop here, nigga
I knock MC's out of a figure
My strategies be to MC's
Who receive from rap academies

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

See y'all used to the niggaz who would say 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

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

Yo, Pharoahe, hold up, hold up, it
Let me myself
I'm El Chocolate, creme de la creme, a la cheddy
Prince Poe, God's to vocabulary

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

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

From the Southside, chump MC's
Thinkin' comp, but soon to get smoked like trees
I eat MC's of all kinds, out the rhyme
Regurgitate their mindstate 'cause I don't eat

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

that old disco fluid
(Uh, huh)
And if it ain't loud
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 half on the
All Pirellis, the exterior 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 the stock market crash
Splash, five quarts of straight water
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
at love-love, fuckin' with this top-notch
Boombastic, ghetto dope now, fly gymnastics of

With verbal toxic, rock
(Daily, mmm)
The controller up in the cockpit
Lock with my robotic optic
You ain't fuckin' with propher, who's too tropic? Stop it

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

I'm sendin' them in yo face, spinnin' 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 absolutely no whatsoever
You and all mens not clever
Y'all to be told that shit
You ain't bold black plans of schemes

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

Recyclin' when the wanna hear Fresh Material
From imperial rap pros who
Gettin' very at rap shows like lactose
In fact those niggaz act up get smacked

for bein' so anti-climac, tic
Watch any mack get, put on his with
Lyrical 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 loud
Say if it ain't loud
Say if it ain't loud
We tell the soundman that motherfuckin' volume up, nigga