Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sounds Of Music (Feat. Syntax and Rahlo), artist - Syntax.
Date of issue: 31.12.2000
Song language: English
Sounds Of Music (Feat. Syntax and Rahlo) |
We invite you and your section to witness pure perfection |
Right here in the form of these finest phonograph selections |
Drums in all directions, arrange tonal inflections |
Sound penetrates your chest like some sort of ill infection |
Reflect eternally on these high fidelity masters |
Whisper secrets in your ears in the form of ghetto blasters |
Rap until the rapture, what you need, not what you want |
As we represent the artform that was born in the Bronx |
Forming the songs that haunt fake emcees nightmares |
Might scare you straighter than the mayor did Times Square |
Right there, the dopest vocalist hold this down like an anchor |
Driving the mic like a motorist yelling, «Rappers are in Danger!» |
Beautify tracks like trains by graff painters |
Speak to rap fans like family even though you’re perfect strangers |
Emcees showing their anger, so they be, they stand true |
The sounds of music, do re mi, peace to Julie Andrews. |
Sounds bounce through back alleys, pound the grouds of where you live |
We found the call to pack venues wall to wall and we did |
For all you kids, heads, whoever who are holding it down |
All in all we do this now so you can soak up the sound. |
Behold the now, evolution of stereophonic sound |
Ultrasonic combinations of thought and revolution |
Lock down spots like a convict, plus I’ve made a resolution |
Don’t take part in popular practice of mind and noise pollution |
Voiced the best solution but no one really wants to hear |
The God of Abraham and Isaac was the answer all these years |
Do I have to strike hearts like Richard Gere with primal fear |
In the drivers' seat of life but really much too blind to steer |
Target ears with acoustic weapons, the music of the culture |
Collect props from heads like Fleer, but won’t be honored with a sculpture |
Steer clear of idolotry even if you might call it me |
I’d fall to see hypocrisy held high in the halls of we |
I tell the fly to be grounded, the sharp to be well rounded |
When you’ve mastered the facets of the craft, they’ll be astounded |
Hold fast to syllabic patterns and different forms of meter |
Use the vocab, teach the masses when you’re blasting through the speaker |
The power’s behind the tongue, I’m the novel, you’re the reader |
I’m the manCHILD, I' speak for the Most High, Elohim the leader |
Surpassing heads who are lofty or holding it down for the underground |
Behold the now, evolution of stereophonic sound. |