Текст песни G and E Music (The Grouch and Eligh) - Sound, Noise, Music
G and E Music (The Grouch and Eligh) - Sound, Noise, Music слова песни
Intro:Sound, vibrations traveling through air or other materials that can be interpreted by the nerves in the ear. (ah) [Eligh]Ha ha as my sound transmits from the bottomless pitI compound to irrigate my garden, keep it freshly litLike a torch in the Olympics make it the first thing you spyThe first thing notice the potency and poetry I got Try not to down another styleIt disagrees with meMCs come a dime a dozen shows are always free (not always)A connoisseur of soul clapping beats to crack the concreteReact in a millisecond so disrespect`s beyond meAlways moving up, sound could be betterHigh quality can`t you tell?Like a fellow producer I work with to excelCancel out the negatives rise above adversitiesModifying techniques my sound I`m always ? [The Grouch]I`m only out to be heard, now it occurred to meIt`s not really what you see it`s what I say to youThat`s how you knewEveryday I deal with dynamic rangesFuckin` with the pitch and amp, documenting changesFelt it was the strangest, realm to try and conquerEven close my eyes and it still wasn`t gone toMy surprise I got wiseGrown to utilize coneIn an intangible zone I call homeI own a deed With tunes to bump it`s what I breedAlways walk the talk so I maintain the leadSayin` sounds to HeathSo listen, close Hope you`re getting, mostOf the pointManHook:"Rock the beat"Noise a disagreeable sound made by irregular vibration. Noise.[Eligh]Comin` in with no rhythm they`re comin` in with no styleThe radio they want repeats, same old people on weak beatsMonotonous, but I get the knock listAnd we on top of thisKill the noise You and your boys all sound the sameFill the voidBetween your eardrum and your brainCause everything you make sounds like it`s blessed by Plain JaneLike PSC I happen to agreeRap will never change Unless we get a chance to break the chain and make a name As the one`s to blame for making standards higher in the rangeOf what`s considered music in this melting pot of losersWon`t confuse you for me (Why?)Cause I do this for me (Oh)And you do if for the money (Ah)That`s why your songs are crummy and my clothes are hella bummyNow you tell me who`s the dummy?You`re makin` noise I`m makin` fun of the face that`s hella runnyYou`s a fake (you`s a fake) I can see right threw you man. You`s a fake![The Grouch]Death to the wack MC`s Now if it isn`t pretty then my ear disagreesOh please won`t you please um, never be my neighborIf the sound you make is noise then I`m a catch you laterAwkward ass voices they annoyAnd sometimes accents destroyed And though Passion is enjoyedThat can be void if the frequency is off In a simple conversation You can be a lossFor being way too softSpokenWorse yet, she can sound like a he and then my ding-a-ling is brokenSing if for a token or cry it for a debtTry it for a living than it better sound freshHookMusic. Sounds having rhythm, melody or consonant. Agreeable sounds. Music.[Eligh]A musician is a beauticianSound waves we listen toSuperstition, a condition that holds us backI got the Exlax to relax your bowels you`re smelling fowl (damn)Pop in a tape ? instant relief (ahh!)Music it`s my savior that most agreeable frequencySit back, relax, motivate Let everything flow sidewaysInstead of taking the highway I do it all my way In a Who`s the Boss kind of fly wayNot a low self esteem cry way (boo hoo hoo)I like to fly away Make music for a brighter dayFor inner city alien or private school Homosapien with everything getting paid for them (Hey, I need some money)My scope is wide rangeSo low my pride hangs But you can`t smash it with a stick cause I won`t forget from where I cameSound, noise, music, music, sound.[The Grouch]I eat, breathe and sleep the shit to keep fitDidn`t really like to study but the music brought witFill the hole, ear the soul straight medicine for lifeTheme music is the reason, I`m headed down the rightPath, do the math There is no better answerCommon denominator`s folks and it doesn`t cause cancerFor once, praise the board, The mic and the Lord at thatThere`s more to phat than which meets the eyeNoise, noise, music, sound, sound "All together now" - Jackson 5Music, sound, music, music, sound