Sounds Of Music (Feat. Syntax and Rahlo) - Syntax, Mars Ill, Rahlo

We invite you and your section to witness pure perfection

Right here in the form of these finest phonograph selections

Drums in all directions, arrange tonal inflections

Sound penetrates your chest like some sort of ill infection

Reflect eternally on these high fidelity masters

Whisper secrets in your ears in the form of ghetto blasters

Rap until the rapture, what you need, not what you want

As we represent the artform that was born in the Bronx

Forming the songs that haunt fake emcees nightmares

Might scare you straighter than the mayor did Times Square

Right there, the dopest vocalist hold this down like an anchor

Driving the mic like a motorist yelling, «Rappers are in Danger!»

Beautify tracks like trains by graff painters

Speak to rap fans like family even though you’re perfect strangers

Emcees showing their anger, so they be, they stand true

The sounds of music, do re mi, peace to Julie Andrews.

Sounds bounce through back alleys, pound the grouds of where you live

We found the call to pack venues wall to wall and we did

For all you kids, heads, whoever who are holding it down

All in all we do this now so you can soak up the sound.

Behold the now, evolution of stereophonic sound

Ultrasonic combinations of thought and revolution

Lock down spots like a convict, plus I’ve made a resolution

Don’t take part in popular practice of mind and noise pollution

Voiced the best solution but no one really wants to hear

The God of Abraham and Isaac was the answer all these years

Do I have to strike hearts like Richard Gere with primal fear

In the drivers' seat of life but really much too blind to steer

Target ears with acoustic weapons, the music of the culture

Collect props from heads like Fleer, but won’t be honored with a sculpture

Steer clear of idolotry even if you might call it me

I’d fall to see hypocrisy held high in the halls of we

I tell the fly to be grounded, the sharp to be well rounded

When you’ve mastered the facets of the craft, they’ll be astounded

Hold fast to syllabic patterns and different forms of meter

Use the vocab, teach the masses when you’re blasting through the speaker

The power’s behind the tongue, I’m the novel, you’re the reader

I’m the manCHILD, I' speak for the Most High, Elohim the leader

Surpassing heads who are lofty or holding it down for the underground

Behold the now, evolution of stereophonic sound.