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5 Minutes feat. the Procussions
(Yo Check this out) Welcome to the stage where you can Feel the heat/from the Bodies pressed together just to Hear you speak/ Yo, I Wonder:what makes you wanna Stand in line/ will they Step to the jam and underStand the rhyme/ it's almost Show-time/when we enTer the show Case and we're ,Eye to eye / ,Face to face/with my People that be Filling the Place, I listen as Music starts filling the sPace, what's Occupied by Empty nest, left by Anticipation, be Hell to get your spot Yo they're, Tired of waiting. Better Start praying/my spiriTuAlity checks like a Moment of truth/ or a Reality check-plus, it ,Sets the mood/it's Easy to forget what is True, if I lost focus on the Why and Who/ and the Where/it's right here/, right now. the Backstage/ we hopin' to Raise some eye Brows/ cause, hey, ,we Might grind 'til the Lights go down at the Ve-nue I'm hoping that they, let us conTinue like Encore, we got more, If they want more, to un Lock doors (is)the reason why we Came on tour you want S'more? I think about the Path laid beFore us/If you Wanna be prepared we better Practice beFore it's like One, two, three, four Hey (hey), you (you), Out there, we Bringing it Live, all you listening, Rise, so tell a friend that We (we) just (just) Want to spread love (that's All, The Procussions came to Do it for y'all (say) (x2) Why? Who's voice-over is it I’s doing? You're supposed to get strolls Chill, chill We'll get it/ we'll get it The Stage is set for the proCeeding event, Start Time's around nine/ I guess we'll go around ten/ Throw the Promos in better and the Merchant will purchase/-the First-to-the-Venue but the Last to get a sound check. ,Perfect image for the (Master of con)versation/-the Kids attacking the entrance/ From the 'nauguration to the Finish-they-liStening to the Headline & act/ so the Goal is to expand the attention SPan enough for us/ we gotta Get'em up in hits, leave the Opening act/ the under Dogs' struggling with the misSion and humble Beginnings / be Gin rehearsing the show, reCiting each line ,yo Procussions, five-miNutes to show time Yo, ,Seven minutes aGO, my Arms fol(ded) eyes Closed, Now all boarded by the Guy at the door-/I'm just2 Blow up with the sole of my feet,-feeling grounded in Deed-I'm prison guard for the Rap that I breathe-/we pro Ceed in the rant stage Right, only guided by the Sound of a kick-wall Bricks red lights/ I'm see (In’ a) (small) fight,in-Front row/the-blows get (Thrown-exChanging-words-and-now It's) Under control/ clock is Telling me it's quarter to Ten, I'm-telling Jay-that-I'm-rea (Dy-but)-(Can't-re-Member)how the-Chorus-begins/ In my Mind I got it almost Right, (and-just) (then, I hear a) Voice-speaking into the Mic. …go down So right about now we got Mr. Jay, Rez & Maestro of the Procussions Ready to come out here and rock it for y'all For real, you need to pack the front because these brothas… (fade Here we go Hey (hey), you (you), Out there, we Bringing it Live, all you listening, Rise, so tell a friend that We (we) just (just) Want to spread love (that's All, The Procussions came to Do it for y'all (say) (x2) |
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I'ma let the rap world
just sit back and max I be in the lab with my technician makin' tracks From my crate of old wax I reinvent with good intent So you can tell from the sound it's time well spent Sent from the past to elevate from the mass You far material just to show you got class Well I'm a bigger man so I let the nonsense pass You need to open your eyes because my mindstates fast Let it be known that my wisdom is shown That perfection is the key to unlock my microphone I'm penetratin your zone leavin' all spots blown But you never would have guessed it from the sound of my tone When you see me around just hit me off at the pound And I'll be the first to show you how the Pro gets down On that note I think it's time for me to slide Never question the fact it's the sound that we provide Skilled in the field so slide to the side Technical difficulties is through Skilled in the field so slide to the side Technical difficulties is through Skilled in the field so slide to the side Technical difficulties is through Skilled in the field so slide to the side Hey yo technical difficulties is through My pen blends smoothly over paper landscapes Collective thoughts build as I start to create The essence of soul is dispensed at my control that is brought to move the crowd at every show Cus we provide the sound that exites the underground Profile the chosen one to break it down And that enables me to flip any track Over drums that attack the perfect blend of pure facts It's time to bring it back to the days of rap scholars When your rhyme was for real and not the old mighty dollar You see I was there every step of the way So now you know the reason why my rhyme style sways I perfect structures of phrases I sellect And the sound that you hear let you know that I'm correct This is a musical journey and sounds my only guide I'm skilled in the field so slide to the side Skilled in the field so slide to the side Technical difficulties is through Skilled in the field so slide to the side Technical difficulties is through Skilled in the field so slide to the side Technical difficulties is through Skilled in the field so slide to the side Hey yo technical difficulties is through Radient thoughts illuminate for the blind A student of my culture translatin' through rhyme Educated by time so check my verbal design Interject visuals through the use of the mind It's all about the money nowadays so what's the use The only fortune I hold are the gems that I produce The solution is one but if you don't make the cut You be the last in line once the door get shut The next chapter page one the conscious rapper Not in it for fame so respect is what I'm after Don't have to wave a gun to help generate funds So record exec's can start throwin' me crumbs Top dollar as I walk the chosen path Invite the mic device to help me focus my craft The wisdom is sealed now it's time to reveal The actual facts that help me master my field Skilled in the field so slide to the side Technical difficulties is through Skilled in the field so slide to the side Technical difficulties is through Skilled in the field so slide to the side Technical difficulties is through Skilled in the field so slide to the side Hey yo technical difficulties is through |
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[Profile]
You know it's funky funky funky ??cus you heard it from here, say A jam ? oven rockin' underground airwaves Words amplify through your speakers and amps it's time to ??get down, get down?? with the Sound Pro camp And clap your hands, to the rhythm we bring this is a joyous event so let your physical swing Break beats and backspins, an old pad and a pen These are broke mans poems, from begining* to end The P-are-O with the soul, so let the record play Revival of an old school sound, for the president Always on point, no time for what the jalous say The essence of a real rap sound, check the resume And keep it movin', yo the vibes right here Three sixty degrees another world premiere So raise your glass, ??cus we're the toast of the town Yo, Soul grab the mic ??cus it's time to get down (Dj scratches) "So let's get down, get down" "So get down, get down" (4x) [Soulo] Check it, I exist in the world of sound Hit record spots from town to town Dug deep in the crates where plates are found Schooled by the greats that shaped the round Phonograph, yo I break roots in half Straight architect gets down for the craft With the sound that hits the spot Makin' heads bob while your speakers get hot (echoes) I'm gonna add vocab into the mix Articulate my words so the concept sticks G-E-T-D-O-W-N Then ascend with the three Sound men Straight to the peak, where poets speak Jams are live and people vibe To the underground sound that's history bound Once again, we're gonna get on down "So let's get down, get down" "So get down, get down" (4x) [Profile] This is remeniscin' of the days gone by When the brothers were fresh, and the ladies were fly Dancefloors were packed, and cold bottles were cracked Dj's dropped the needle for the crowd to react To a funky type of tempo that the wax rotate Fresh rhymes are served up on a 12 inch plate For the nation to see, the live science to be Definition of soul on the M-I-see Interlect is displayed, when the vocals are laid Timin' is a factor when dissisions are made So step inside the party all egoes aside And let the crowd rock steady to the sound we provide The three man band, Jay Skills and the Pro Last but not least is my man Soulo Creatin' the sound, that makes you gather around Once again, we gonna get on down "Get down, get down" "So get down, get down" "So let's get down, get down" "So get down, get down" (3x) |
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| 3:15 |
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Heh, heheheh
I got, no time for fake niggaz Just sip some Cristal with these real niggaz From East to West coast spread love niggaz (that's right) And while you niggaz talk shit we count bank figures (say what?) I got, no time for fake niggaz (uh-uh, uh-uh) Just sip some Cristal with these real niggaz (uh-huh, uh-huh) From East to West coast spread love niggaz (that's right) And while you niggaz talk shit we count bank figures (he-heh) ("How you figure that your team can effect my cream?") I got, no time for fake niggaz (uh-uh, uh-uh) Just sip some Cristal with these real niggaz (uh-huh, uh-huh) ("I rely on Bed-Stuy to shut it down if I die") From East to West coast spread love niggaz (ha hahh, that's right) And while you niggaz talk shit we count bank figures (let's go) Yeauhhh, I Momma, Miss Ivana Usually rock the Prada, sometimes Gabbana Stick you for your cream and your riches Zsa Zsa Gabor, Demi Moore, Prince Diane and all them rich bitches Puff Daddy pump the Hummer for the summer I follow -- in the E-Class with the goggles 96 models, Bad Click on the stroll (Tell em how we roll) Cruise control Nuttin make a woman feel betta than Berrettas and Amarettas, butta leathers and mad cheddaz Chillin in a Benz with my ami-gos Tryin to stick a nigga for his pe-sos If you say so's, then I'm the same chick that you wanna get with, lick up in my twat Gotta hit the spot, if not don't test the poom poom nanny nanny, punanny donny, heyyy! Heyyy, no time for fake niggaz (uh-uh, uh-uh) Just sip some Cristal with these real niggaz (uh-huh, uh-huh) From East to West coast spreadin love niggaz (that's right) And while you niggaz talk shit we count bank figures (he heh) ("How you figure that your team can effect my cream?") I got, no time for fake niggaz (uh-uh, uh-uh) Just sip some Cristal with these real niggaz (uh-huh, uh-huh) ("I rely on Bed-Stuy to shut it down if I die") From East to West coast spreadin love niggaz (that's right) And while you niggaz talk shit we count bank figures How you like it baby? Uhh, from the front Uhh, from the back, give that ass a smack Bet your man won't do it like that Can't work the middle, plus his thing too little Let me grab your ta-ta's, do the cha-cha Work down your ta-ta's do the cha-cha Make you scream Pa-pa You da best, Da Da Now watch mama, go up and down dick to jaw crazy Uhh! Say my name baby (okay) Before you nut, I'ma dribble down your butt cheeks Make you wiggle, then giggle just a little I'm drinkin babies, then I cracks for the Mercedes Act shady, and feel my three-eighty *gun cocks* or the raven, oohwee I see Your girl ain't a "Freak Like Me", or Adina Huh, can't fade the rhinoceros of rap (say what?) Lil' Kim pussy (uhh) how preposterous is that? (ha hah!) Heyyy, no time for fake niggaz (uh-uh, uh-uh) Just sip some Cristal with these real niggaz (uh-huh, uh-huh) From East to West coast spreadin love niggaz (that's right) And while you niggaz talk shit we count bank figures (he heh) I got, no time for fake niggaz (uh-uh, uh-uh) Just sip some Cristal with these real niggaz (uh-huh, uh-huh) From East to West coast spreadin love niggaz (that's right) And while you niggaz talk shit we count bank figures Uhh, right back at cha, the one Cleopatra (say what?) Diggin in your stash (Niggaz think they gonna get some ass) No money money no licky licky -- fuck the dicky dicky and the quickie, gimme your loot Your Mac-11 then shoot Your game ain't sweet, John Paul peeps shouldn't compete, if you can't wet it, forget it Don't sweat it, I bet it'd make ya cum smooth if you let it Huh, you can't stop a bitch from ballin Ha-ha to la-la to drive-by's they be callin, and you ain't know While you be kickin that old shit (talk to me) we makin hits Platinum and gold shit (we don't stop) I stay draped in diamonds and pearls Beside every man is a Bad Girl (That's right... nine-six Bad Boy c'mon) Heyyy, no time for fake niggaz (uh-uh, uh-uh) Just sip some Cristal with these real niggaz (uh-huh, uh-huh) From East to West coast spreadin love niggaz (that's right) And while you niggaz talk shit we count bank figures (he heh) ("How you figure that your team can effect my cream?") I got, no time for fake niggaz (uh-uh, uh-uh) Just sip some Cristal with these real niggaz (uh-huh, uh-huh) ("I rely on Bed-Stuy to shut it down if I die") From East to West coast spreadin love niggaz (that's right) And while you niggaz talk shit we count bank figures |
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| 1:47 |
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[Verse One]
Yo it's Friday night, and ain't nothin to do Think I'll check out the show where the flavor is true From 12 to 2, they provide for you And bless the airwaves with the vibe that's new Yo Soul, check the levels is it comin in clear? Well get your tape ready cause the hour is near Sound Providers are here, time to bless the sphere This the Choc with the Friday night world premiere Stand clear cause we're takin you back to the day To a time when the MC had somethin to say There was radio play, and the people would say "God damn that DJ made my day" [Verse Two] Independent, or major, as long as there's flavor Joints get rocked, when my man Choc gives the command on the FM band The crates arrive, and the tables are manned By a street magician, movin the pitch and gettin mad busy on a musical mission The streets are listenin, the flavor's on time We shine, with the Friday night rhyme At midnight, the request lines are lit up Choc is on the mic, askin all of y'all to get up out of your chair and throw your hands in the air Scoopin up props from Watts to Bel Air It's like that |
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| 4:32 |
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| 4:24 |
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| 4:12 |
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