Illia Rybachuk - The Art Of A Sound lyrics

[Verse 1] I say hello again and I have got a story to tell To ya'll great listeners, it had to ring your bell Do you remember your parents, they lived in a hell But mama knew the word to say to make you stop yell Maybe 15 years later you got in the jail But she still being proud, respect that's the art of a sound [Verse 2] Let's take a little test, homie, ready to laugh? Shawty, it's not a great time to ask for autograph Don't you feel angry, when they starting to chaff When you be sitting in the end f**ing cla**? And you hear your name somewhere in the background Yeah I guess you got it, that's the art of a sound [Verse 3] Do you love rap? Do you love clap in your hands? Are you kidding me when you making all these plans? What car do you want? Mazda or maybe gnarling Benz? Don't you listen to your bosses commands? Love this quality, you ain't just walking around Keep on, motherf**er, that's the art of a sound [Verse 4] It's time to talk about music, the topic I know It's top today & 7 thousands years ago Music is food, it filling up our soles I know my flow is not perfect, but you ain't music pro So when you her somebody shooting, lay on the ground sh**, I caught you, that's the art of a sound [Verse 5] Can you survive without yo headphones? I'm saying I don't And I if really could to do it, I think that I won't Instead of listening people k**ing my ears, just get alone This type of acting already made me well-known That's the golden treasure I have accidently found Or maybe not? No matter, that's the art of a sound [Verse 6] Rapin sh** lapetury morediclouis jound Shameshury shamepury lakalaka konoud Pipston poppin shishki pishki blaki lomound Kury sury from missury stippy stippy anout I know you think, he's getting crazy right now You got wrong, homie, that's just art of a sound [Verse 7] These verses like novelettes or like parts of the puzzle Music is for everybody: even for k**ers and smugglers So many voices in my head, goddamn they got shuffled I'm in a downtown but it feels I'm in jungle One day it be finished, somewhen and somehow But I'm living today, breathing with this art of a sound [Verse 8] You can be tired of running or tired of humbling You may sit in the corner and thinking of nothing But you will never get there without stumbling But you'll stuck in the closet alone with your suffering The choise is yours, I see you wanna astound But who? There's only art of a sound [Verse 9] Clock's ticking coach, creeaking my nose is sniffing Dad snoring, phone calling, kettle is whistling My headphones are plugged, i'm already exploring Incredible world somebody don't wanna to see For me it's an error. How at all could it be? I gotta thesis i repeat very loud I am a slave of the art of a sound