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 more
And a more lows 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, right here, uhh, c'mon,

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

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

I'm with 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 to the niggaz who would say devil right?
(Right)
But I them, they ain't me
(Nah, uh, huh)
With some bullshit rappin' degree
But let me you how we do it, duh, duh, duh

Done with the fluid, duh, duh
But if it ain't loud
We tell the soundman, turn that 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, gift to vocabulary

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

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

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

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

With that old 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, and a half on the dash
All weather Pirellis, the color is cash
Black leather, Nakamichi system to blast
Full metal to the pedal when we Organize on ass

I last, amongst the mass, the cash
But in the stash before the stock market crash
Splash, five quarts of straight water
First to get this partyin' on

In any club or on the in the box with pops
In barbershops, ladies got with it in hoopties, in drop-tops
Look at love-love, fuckin' with top-notch
Boombastic, dope now, fly gymnastics of passion

With verbal toxic, shit
(Daily, mmm)
The soul controller up in the
shit with my robotic optic
You ain't fuckin' with this propher, too tropic? Stop it

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

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

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

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

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

for bein' 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 loud
Say if it loud enough
We tell the soundman turn that motherfuckin' volume up,