The Grouch - Sound, Noise, Music lyrics

[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 f**in' 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 k** 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] d**h 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 a** voices they annoy And sometimes accents destroyed And though Pa**ion 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 h*mosapien 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 sh** 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