| Hey yo, it’s something about the evening air in the summertime
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| Certain sounds that I fiend to hear, I wanna rhyme
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| My inner vision causes my metabolism to climb
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| And then I splatter my wisdom in a design
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| I leave time suspended and break gravity’s laws
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| Metaforce to the world ain’t spinning no more
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| And from there I put sounds to hear, in the autumn air
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| Sorta rare, something y’all will compare to Baudelaire
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| The Art of Noise (Check it out y’all)
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| The Art of Noise (Aerodynamic in the evening air)
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| The Art of Noise (Make me aerodynamic in the evening air)
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| Rakim then commits to intricate
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| Deep in a lady as a man can get into it
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| And keep you wet until the sweat began to drip
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| And then the instruments is intimate
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| Ideas I suggest will caress your ear
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| Bass kicks and hi hats molest the snare
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| Sounds as orgasmic with the melodies in there
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| Make me aerodynamic in the evening air
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| Aerodynamic in the evening air
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| Make me aerodynamic in the evening air
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| Aerodynamic in the evening air
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| Got to be right here to inhale the evening air
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| Surrounded by flowers
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| The evening air in the summertime
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| Surrounded by flowers
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| What, what, what, what
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| Hey yo, it’s something about the evening air in the summertime
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| Certain sounds that I fiend to hear, I wanna rhyme
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| Splatter my wisdom in a design
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| I leave time suspended and break gravity’s laws
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| Metaforce to the world ain’t spinning no more
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| Sorta rare, something y’all will compare to Baudelaire
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| The Art of Noise
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| Make me aerodynamic in the evening air
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| Aerodynamic in the evening air
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| The Art of Noise
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| (This is a thought, this is a metaphor)
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| Yeah, Rakim Allah, Art of Noise
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| Our song seven
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| Check it out |