Soundman
(Pharoahe Monch)
Yes yes yes yes yes
Yo Mr. Soundman! We would very much appreciate it
(yes indeed) if you add a tad bit more mids
And a little more lows to the mic (word up)
I'm on mic number one, Prince is on mic number two (yes yes yes)
A little bit more but RIGHT RIGHT RIGHT THERE, yeah
One more, c'mon, uhh (recognize)
C'mon, right yes, yes, right here, uhh, c'mon, down
Sorta similar to the way I remember to be the wordsmith
Pharoahe, God's gift to vocabulary
My personal soliloquies be killin me softly
Still I be packin artillery, y'all feelin me yet?
Props don't stop HERE *****
I knock MC's out of a six-sided figure
My strategies be tragedy to MC's
Who receive certificates from rap academies
I'm terrific with wordplay (wordplay..)
Specific with verbs, say we step it up, to the next level
See if I represent God..
.. then all my competition is exclusively Lucifer
See y'all used to the ****** who would say Devil right? (right)
But I ain't them (nah) they ain't me (uh-huh)
With some ******** college-ass rappin degree
But let me show you how we do it, duh duh duh
Done with the disco fluid, duh duh
But if it ain't LOUD enough
We tell the soundman turn that **** up up up!
C'mon, c'mon
(Prince Poetry)
Yo Pharoahe, hold up hold up, check it
Let me introduce myself
I'm Senor El Chocolate, creme de la creme, a la cheddy
Prince Poe, God's gift to vo, cabulary
Very visual, every lyrical slide
Is spiritually projected, forever inside
Never to hide but to shine like, diamonds inside mines
Let that ass marinate and Poe free flows over basslines
I'm, takin elevatin to next
Plateaus rippin shows with this cosmic ***
Love on CD's and cassettes and DAT's (now all rise)
Now who masters the Funk, when it's time to Flex? (Organized!)
From the Southside, spar chump MC's
Thinkin they comp, but soon to get smoked like trees
I eat MC's of ALL kinds, spit out the rhyme
Regurgitate their mindstate, cause I don't eat swine
Set it straight, online, internet programmed to climb
You might catch me in The Grind straight bumpin a dime
Now let me tell you how we do it (yeah yeah)
With that old disco fluid (uh-huh!)
And if it ain't LOUD enough
Tell the soundman to turn that **** up (up) up (up) up, UP!
(Pharoahe Monch)
If it.. uh... check it
(Turn me up now.. oohhhhhh ohhh yeah
Ooooooh-ooooooooh-ooooh-ohh-oooh-ooooh)
(Prince Poetry)
Tinted V8, buck and a half on the dash
All weather Pirellis, the exterior color is cash
Black Italian leather, Nakamichi system to blast
Full metal to the pedal when we Organize on that ass
I last, amongst the mass, gettin the cash
But in the stash fast before the stock market crash
Splash, five quarts of straight water fortified
First place to get this partyin on
In any club or on the corner in the box with pops
In barbershops ladies got with it in hoopties some in drop-tops
Look at love-love, ****in with this top-notch
Boombastic, ghetto **** now, fly gymnastics of passion
With verbal toxic, rock **** (daily)
(MMMmm) The soul controller up in the cockpit
Lock ****, with my robotic optic
You ain't ****in with this prophet who's too tropic, stop it
(Heyyy, Mr. Soundman, can you boost me, juice me up?)
(Pharoahe Monch)
I'm sendin them in YO' face! Spinnin them quick wit
Synonym blendin them in wit, homynyms entered in
And by embalmin them wit, ****, whenever I spit
No need for me to go get old hit, records to go gold wit
Yo' **** with absolutely NO innovation whatsoever
You and all your mens not clever!
Y'all need to be TOLD that ****
You ain't bold black plans of promotional schemes and scams are so wack
Tracks are trash to me, ***** actually
Your platinum plaque should even go back to the factory
People wanna be like Michael and when
Recyclin when the fans wanna hear FRESH MATERIAL
From imperial rap pros who ORGANIZE
Gettin very intolerant at rap shows like lactose
In fact those ****** that act up get smacked
Backwards for bein so anti-climac.. tic
Watch any mack get, put on his back with
Lyrical tactics utilized without practice
This is how we do it (YEAH YEAH) duh duh duh
Done with the disco fluid (UH-HUH) duh duh
But if it ain't LOUD enough
Say if it ain't LOUD enough
Say if it ain't LOUD enough
We tell the soundman turn that **********in volume up! *****