THE GROUCH & ELIGH - Sounds, Noise, Music lyrics

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[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 pit

I compound to irrigate my garden, keep it freshly lit

Like a torch in the Olympics make it the first thing you spy

The first thing notice the potency and poetry I got

Try not to down another style

It disagrees with me

MCs come a dime a dozen shows are always free (not always)

A connoisseur of soul clapping beats to crack the concrete

React in a millisecond so disrespect's beyond me

Always moving up, sound could be better

High quality can't you tell?

Like a fellow producer I work with to excel

Cancel out the negatives rise above adversities

Modifying techniques my sound I'm always ?

[The Grouch]

I'm only out to be heard, now it occurred to me

It's not really what you see it's what I say to you

That's how you knew

Everyday I deal with dynamic ranges

Fuckin' with the pitch and amp, documenting changes

Felt it was the strangest, realm to try and conquer

Even close my eyes and it still wasn't gone to

My surprise I got wise

Grown to utilize cone

In an intangible zone

I call home

I own a deed

With tunes to bump it's what I breed

Always walk the talk so I maintain the lead

Sayin' sounds to Heath

So listen, close

Hope you're getting, most

Of the point

Man

[Hook:]

"Rock the beat"

Noise a disagreeable sound made by irregular vibration. Noise.

[Eligh]

Comin' in with no rhythm they're comin' in with no style

The radio they want repeats, same old people on weak beats

Monotonous, but I get the knock list

And we on top of this

Kill the noise

You and your boys all sound the same

Fill the void

Between your eardrum and your brain

Cause everything you make sounds like it's blessed by Plain Jane

Like PSC I happen to agree

Rap 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 range

Of what's considered music in this melting pot of losers

Won'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 bummy

Now you tell me who's the dummy?

You're makin' noise

I'm makin' fun of the face that's hella runny

You'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 disagrees

Oh please won't you please um, never be my neighbor

If the sound you make is noise then I'm a catch you later

Awkward ass voices they annoy

And sometimes accents destroyed

And though

Passion is enjoyed

That can be void if the frequency is off

In a simple conversation

You can be a loss

For being way too soft

Spoken

Worse yet, she can sound like a he and then my ding-a-ling is broken

Sing if for a token or cry it for a debt

Try it for a living than it better sound fresh

[Hook]

Music. Sounds having rhythm, melody or consonant. Agreeable sounds. Music.

[Eligh]

A musician is a beautician

Sound waves we listen to

Superstition, a condition that holds us back

I 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 frequency

Sit back, relax, motivate

Let everything flow sideways

Instead of taking the highway

I do it all my way

In a Who's the Boss kind of fly way

Not a low self esteem cry way (boo hoo hoo)

I like to fly away

Make music for a brighter day

For inner city alien or private school Homosapien with everything getting

paid for them (Hey, I need some money)

My scope is wide range

So low my pride hangs

But you can't smash it with a stick

cause I won't forget from where I came

Sound, noise, music, music, sound.

[The Grouch]

I eat, breathe and sleep the shit to keep fit

Didn't really like to study but the music brought wit

Fill the hole, ear the soul straight medicine for life

Theme music is the reason, I'm headed down the right

Path, do the math

There is no better answer

Common denominator's folks and it doesn't cause cancer

For once, praise the board,

The mic and the Lord at that

There's more to phat than which meets the eye

Noise, noise, music, sound, sound

[Jackson 5] "All together now"

Music, sound, music, music, soun