Lyrics What's That Sound? - Promoe
Fuck
a
sampler,
I
rhyme
to
the
rhythm
of
my
punchlines
beating
your
ear
Drum
Creating
sublime
subliminal
rhythms
synchronized
to
how
I
feel
son
Livin'
to
the
rhythm
of
time
Life:
the
composition
composed
of
minutes,
seconds,
deacades,
years
Millenniums
Alternating
and
creating
the
symphony
Played
by
the
sound
of
the
morning
train
Galloping
to
work
The
sound
of
a
global
choir
of
women
givin'
birth
The
sound
of
the
child
molesting
Priest
breathing
hard
in
the
back
of
the
Church
The
sound
of
the
lost
youth
getting
back
at
mother
earth
The
sound
of
capitalistic
blood
thirst.
We
stand
around
rapping
over
the
sound
Of
the
police
Rappin'
over
the
sound
of
no
justice
no
Peace.
A
troublesome
couple
sons
rappin'
Over
urban
jungle
drums
Stickin'
to
the
bubble
gum.
Rappin'
over
the
thumping
beat
of
an
army
of
feet
Invading
their
neighbouring
country
Forcing
'em
to
retreat.
Rappin'
over
the
Sound
of
my
girl's
talkin'
in
her
sleep
And
the
sound
of
skulls
getting
crushed
on
concrete
This
is
to
my
sons
in
the
streets
on
the
run
from
police
Headphones
and
car
seats
pumpin'
These
beats.
Yo
the
stage
setting:
we
on
a
Highway
heading
east
Through
the
world's
dead
end
streets.
We're
like
seven
deep
at
the
speed
of
a
Spreading
virus
Out
of
control
like
forest
fires.
Rappin'
thrue
mike
wires
Rappin'
over
beats
or
rappin'
over
silence.
It's
all
music
anyway
We
rap
over
the
sounds
of
cash
registers,
or
without
getting
any
pay
Fuck
a
deejay
I
rhyme
to
the
rhythm
Of
my
razor
tongue
cutting
your
ear
wax
Playin'
the
rhythm
of
decision
over
My
heart
beat
and
the
noise
of
Air
Max
Runnin'
from
Jimi
Hendrix
machine
gunnin',
fear
Makes
it
hard
to
hear
my
heart
Beating.
Deafened
by
the
primate
inside
of
me
Screaming
There's
more
rhythms
to
listen
to
more
melodies
But
when
the
day
is
over
the
harmony
is
off
key.
Loop
that
sample!
Sshh...
I'm
vibin'
to
mother
earth's
menstrual
cycle.
I
looked
right
and
left
got
swept
away
By
the
sound
wave
to
which
I'm
a
damn
Slave.
Runnin'
thrue
physically
illegal
Environments
Dissecting
drum
sets,
Fragments
of
sweaty
recording
sets.
The
battle
between
Destruction
and
construction,
silence
and
noise
Girl
versus
boy.
Plastic
card
versus
coin
is
occupying
my
mind
while
the
silent
Wind
of
truth
is
runnin'
thrue
body
And
soul.
The
friction
between
needle
and
Wax
is
removing
the
cold
And
it's
the
source
of
life.
Of
this
entire
empire
where
the
landscape
is
the
Soundscape
Which
is
one
with
the
mind
state.
The
state
on
the
other
side
of
the
babylonian
Valley
I
stand
on
the
mountain
of
love
with
The
fist
in
the
air.
The
air
I'm
breathin'
The
truth
I'm
retreavin',
the
chambers
of
my
heart
I'm
revealin'
Every
scar
and
bruise
is
healin'.
...When
me
and
Black
Fist
master
the
Art
of
music
stealin'.
Rap
over
the
cry
of
The
people
with
the
slide
of
a
needle
Rockin'
over
two
turntables
over
the
Rockin'
of
a
cradle.
And
the
soft
singin'
Of
a
mother's
soothing
voice
Your
drunk
parents
arguing
makin'
Noise.
And
your
grandfather's
whistling
the
Grim
Reaper's
whispering
Slow
ballads
of
death
and
he'll
make
Sure
that
you're
listening.
The
rimshot
to
The
gunshot,
gunclap
to
the
handclap
Footstep
to
the
footchain,
Fingersnap
to
the
neck
snap.
We
got
a
text
that
will
Break
all
bounds
Though
these
words
ain't
noting
but
sounds.
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1 What's That Sound?
2 Freedom Fighters
3 Big In Japan
4 Money
5 Yes Ayah
6 Freedom Fighters
7 Process of Elimination
8 Interesting Indeed
9 Injected
10 Dawn
11 Prime Time
12 Government Music
13 Freedom Writers
14 Thx 1138
15 Conspiracy
16 Yes Ayah
17 Positive & Negative
18 Injected
19 Money
20 Process of Elimination
21 Urban Guerilla Warfare
22 Urban Guerilla Warfare
23 What's That Sound?
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