Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Audio Visual, artist - J-Live. Date of issue: 18.07.2005
Song language: English
Audio Visual |
| Ay, yo, I see y’all through these speakers and headphones |
| Bobbin' to the beat, anticipating a poem |
| In the streets and boulevards or parts unknown |
| Your office, warehouse, or restricted zone |
| At your friend’s place or comfort of your own home |
| Whether ya' just arrived or about to get gone |
| Whether ya' eating breakfast or about to bone |
| With your spouse, with your peeps or on your own |
| You see me? |
| Not likely, not on TV |
| Despite that, though, I show you something in 3D |
| It’s not that hard, but it’s not that easy |
| I paint a picture in your mind with each rhyme |
| They say my words write a thousand pictures |
| A thousand scriptures, couldn’t prophesize |
| How the images hit the spot where the best light |
| In the house be, just to show all y’all what I see |
| Some see with the eyes, and some see with the hands |
| I’m hoping you see with your ears, if you understand |
| From the chosen track down to the vocals on it |
| It’s just live thoughts recorded, so that you can own it |
| Some see with the eyes, and some see with the hands |
| I’m hoping you see with your ears, if you understand |
| The type of music people frame up on your wall |
| This is the audio-visual for all of y’all |
| Ay, yo, I see y’all average, C-average rappers |
| Please, pass the mic', cause you barely passed the class |
| I was new school late, I be old school early |
| My classics kicked the head of the class’s ass |
| With all sales final, accepted «as is» |
| It’s no checks written that my rhymes can’t cash |
| Like Cassius Ali, I leave you leaking excuses |
| Like you wouldn’t hit a man with glasses |
| But despite these four eyes |
| I still paint a picture with words that be a sight for sore eyes |
| Sample a cliché to touché hearts and minds |
| If you get the point, you see things my way |
| Not like you need some quote-en-quote Coke bottles |
| You just be rocking a pair, sweating your role model |
| The vocab' chump change I maintain |
| It’s what your mind would hope to obtain if it struck lotto |
| I guess in that way we see things differently |
| We at the same vantage point seeing different things |
| Y’all see yourselves as struggling starving artists |
| I take advantage of the progress the struggle brings |
| Y’all see yourselves as bubbling pop rock stars |
| I’ve see so many bubbles popped, I never got far |
| The only stars I know is in the sky, in a child’s eye |
| That’s why I just try to describe what I see |
| Yo, y’all saw bootleggers stealing music, killing me |
| I saw fans keeping the buzz healing me |
| In fact, I see 'em at the show they feeling me |
| That’s why I’m still in the field, even without a deal |
| These ain’t the last days but they say they soon to be |
| People’s audio-visuals in the name of unity |
| I see poison pushers in they own community |
| Saying «Fuck It» that’s they only opportunity |
| I see grown folks acting just like little kids |
| And little kids thinking that’s what they should grow to be |
| I see herbs outside wishing they were killers |
| And I see killers inside wishing they were free |
| I see gods, and we build on how we see degrees in the light |
| Food for thought like Apple Jacks we eat what we like |
| But hopefully we like what we need |
| And the truth is the light, if it’s right, you could see |