[00:00.00] 作曲 : Lawrence Baskerville/J. Watson/Troy Donald Jamerson
[00:00.18](Pharoahe Monch)
[00:00.30]Yes yes yes yes yes
[00:09.75]Yo Mr. Soundman! We would very much appreciate it
[00:12.93](yes indeed) if you add a tad bit more mids
[00:15.12]And a little more lows to the mic (word up)
[00:17.22]I'm on mic number one, Prince is on mic number two (yes yes yes)
[00:20.16]A little bit more but RIGHT RIGHT RIGHT THERE, yeah
[00:22.80]One more, c'mon, uhh (recognize)
[00:24.75]C'mon, right yes, yes, right here, uhh, c'mon, down
[00:29.13]Sorta similar to the way I remember to be the wordsmith
[00:32.46]Pharoahe, God's gift to vocabulary
[00:35.19]My personal soliloquies be killin me softly
[00:38.01]Still I be packin artillery, y'all feelin me yet?
[00:40.74]Props don't stop HERE nigga
[00:42.42]I knock MC's out of a six-sided figure
[00:45.12]My strategies be tragedy to MC's
[00:47.85]Who receive certificates from rap academies
[00:50.25]I'm terrific with wordplay (wordplay..)
[00:52.14]Specific with verbs, say we step it up, to the next level
[00:55.35]See if I represent God..
[00:57.33].. then all my competition is exclusively Lucifer
[01:00.33]See y'all used to the niggas who would say Devil right? (right)
[01:03.06]But I ain't them (nah) they ain't me (uh-huh)
[01:05.04]Soundman - Organized Konfusion, The Equinox, With some ****in' college-ass rappin degree
[01:07.95]But let me show you how we do it, duh duh duh
[01:10.53]Done with the disco fluid, duh duh
[01:12.81]But if it ain't LOUD enough
[01:14.40]We tell the soundman turn that shit up up up!
[01:16.86]C'mon, c'mon
[01:17.67](Prince Poetry)
[01:18.06]Yo Pharoahe, hold up hold up, check it
[01:18.90]Let me introduce myself
[01:20.52]I'm Senor El Chocolate, creme de la creme, a la cheddy
[01:23.82]Prince Poe, God's gift to vo, cabulary
[01:26.64]Very visual, every lyrical slide
[01:28.86]Is spiritually projected, forever inside
[01:31.26]Never to hide but to shine like, diamonds inside mines
[01:34.02]Let that ass marinate and Poe free flows over basslines
[01:37.02]I'm, takin elevatin to next
[01:38.55]Soundman - Organized Konfusion, The Equinox, Plateaus rippin shows with this cosmic shit
[01:41.61]Love on CD's and cassettes and DAT's (now all rise)
[01:44.25]Now who masters the Funk, when it's time to Flex? (Organized!)
[01:47.55]From the Southside, spar chump MC's
[01:49.50]Thinkin they comp, but soon to get smoked like trees
[01:52.05]I eat MC's of ALL kinds, spit out the rhyme
[01:54.60]Regurgitate their mindstate, cause I don't eat swine
[01:57.18]Set it straight, online, internet programmed to climb
[01:59.82]You might catch me in The Grind straight bumpin a dime
[02:02.34]Now let me tell you how we do it (yeah yeah)
[02:04.83]With that old disco fluid (uh-huh!)
[02:07.17]And if it ain't LOUD enough
[02:08.79]Tell the soundman to turn that shit up (up) up (up) up, UP!
[02:18.18](Pharoahe Monch)
[02:18.48]If it.. uh... check it
[02:20.28](Turn me up now.. oohhhhhh ohhh yeah
[02:21.03]Ooooooh-ooooooooh-ooooh-ohh-oooh-ooooh)
[02:24.12](Prince Poetry)
[02:33.69]Tinted V8, buck and a half on the dash
[02:36.12]All weather Pirellis, the exterior color is cash
[02:38.61]Black Italian leather, Nakamichi system to blast
[02:41.07]Full metal to the pedal when we Organize on that ass
[02:43.98]I last, amongst the mass, gettin the cash
[02:46.56]But in the stash fast before the stock market crash
[02:49.38]Splash, five quarts of straight water fortified
[02:52.11]First place to get this partyin on
[02:53.94]In any club or on the corner in the box with pops
[02:56.61]In barbershops ladies got with it in hoopties some in drop-tops
[02:59.97]Look at love-love, ****ing with this top-notch
[03:02.13]Boombastic, ghetto shit now, fly gymnastics of passion
[03:05.16]With verbal toxic, rock shit (daily)
[03:07.86](MMMmm) The soul controller up in the cockpit
[03:09.93]Lock shit, with my robotic optic
[03:12.24]You ain't ****ing with this prophet who's too tropic, stop it
[03:15.90](Heyyy, Mr. Soundman, can you boost me, juice me up?)
[03:19.62](Pharoahe Monch)
[03:19.98]I'm sendin them in YO' face! Spinnin them quick wit
[03:22.59]Synonym blendin them in wit, homynyms entered in
[03:24.90]And by embalming them wit, shit, whenever I spit
[03:27.99]No need for me to go get old hit, records to go gold wit
[03:30.75]Yo' shit with absolutely NO innovation whatsoever
[03:33.84]You and all your mens not clever!
[03:35.70]Y'all need to be TOLD that shit
[03:37.47]You ain't bold black plans of promotional schemes and scams are so wack
[03:41.19]Tracks are trash to me, nigga actually
[03:43.80]Your platinum plaque should even go back to the factory
[03:46.50]People wanna be like Michael and when
[03:48.45]Recyclin when the fans wanna hear FRESH MATERIAL
[03:51.15]From imperial rap pros who ORGANIZE
[03:53.79]Gettin very intolerant at rap shows like lactose
[03:56.88]In fact those niggas that act up get smacked
[03:59.46]Backwards for bein so anti-climac.. tic
[04:02.13]Watch any mack get, put on his back with
[04:04.14]Lyrical tactics utilized without practice
[04:06.72]This is how we do it (YEAH YEAH) duh duh duh
[04:09.09]Done with the disco fluid (UH-HUH) duh duh
[04:11.22]But if it ain't LOUD enough
[04:12.66]Say if it ain't LOUD enough
[04:15.24]Say if it ain't LOUD enough
[04:18.00]We tell the soundman turn that damn volume up! nigga

作曲 : Lawrence Baskerville/J. Watson/Troy Donald Jamerson
(Pharoahe Monch)
Yes yes yes yes yes
Yo Mr. Soundman! We would very much appreciate it
(yes indeed) if you add a tad bit more mids
And a little more lows to the mic (word up)
I'm on mic number one, Prince is on mic number two (yes yes yes)
A little bit more but RIGHT RIGHT RIGHT THERE, yeah
One more, c'mon, uhh (recognize)
C'mon, right yes, yes, right here, uhh, c'mon, down
Sorta similar to the way I remember to be the wordsmith
Pharoahe, God's gift to vocabulary
My personal soliloquies be killin me softly
Still I be packin artillery, y'all feelin me yet?
Props don't stop HERE nigga
I knock MC's out of a six-sided figure
My strategies be tragedy to MC's
Who receive certificates from rap academies
I'm terrific with wordplay (wordplay..)
Specific with verbs, say we step it up, to the next level
See if I represent God..
.. then all my competition is exclusively Lucifer
See y'all used to the niggas who would say Devil right? (right)
But I ain't them (nah) they ain't me (uh-huh)
Soundman - Organized Konfusion, The Equinox, With some ****in' college-ass rappin degree
But let me show you how we do it, duh duh duh
Done with the disco fluid, duh duh
But if it ain't LOUD enough
We tell the soundman turn that shit up up up!
C'mon, c'mon
(Prince Poetry)
Yo Pharoahe, hold up hold up, check it
Let me introduce myself
I'm Senor El Chocolate, creme de la creme, a la cheddy
Prince Poe, God's gift to vo, cabulary
Very visual, every lyrical slide
Is spiritually projected, forever inside
Never to hide but to shine like, diamonds inside mines
Let that ass marinate and Poe free flows over basslines
I'm, takin elevatin to next
Soundman - Organized Konfusion, The Equinox, Plateaus rippin shows with this cosmic shit
Love on CD's and cassettes and DAT's (now all rise)
Now who masters the Funk, when it's time to Flex? (Organized!)
From the Southside, spar chump MC's
Thinkin they comp, but soon to get smoked like trees
I eat MC's of ALL kinds, spit out the rhyme
Regurgitate their mindstate, cause I don't eat swine
Set it straight, online, internet programmed to climb
You might catch me in The Grind straight bumpin a dime
Now let me tell you how we do it (yeah yeah)
With that old disco fluid (uh-huh!)
And if it ain't LOUD enough
Tell the soundman to turn that shit up (up) up (up) up, UP!
(Pharoahe Monch)
If it.. uh... check it
(Turn me up now.. oohhhhhh ohhh yeah
Ooooooh-ooooooooh-ooooh-ohh-oooh-ooooh)
(Prince Poetry)
Tinted V8, buck and a half on the dash
All weather Pirellis, the exterior color is cash
Black Italian leather, Nakamichi system to blast
Full metal to the pedal when we Organize on that ass
I last, amongst the mass, gettin the cash
But in the stash fast before the stock market crash
Splash, five quarts of straight water fortified
First place to get this partyin on
In any club or on the corner in the box with pops
In barbershops ladies got with it in hoopties some in drop-tops
Look at love-love, ****ing with this top-notch
Boombastic, ghetto shit now, fly gymnastics of passion
With verbal toxic, rock shit (daily)
(MMMmm) The soul controller up in the cockpit
Lock shit, with my robotic optic
You ain't ****ing with this prophet who's too tropic, stop it
(Heyyy, Mr. Soundman, can you boost me, juice me up?)
(Pharoahe Monch)
I'm sendin them in YO' face! Spinnin them quick wit
Synonym blendin them in wit, homynyms entered in
And by embalming them wit, shit, whenever I spit
No need for me to go get old hit, records to go gold wit
Yo' shit with absolutely NO innovation whatsoever
You and all your mens not clever!
Y'all need to be TOLD that shit
You ain't bold black plans of promotional schemes and scams are so wack
Tracks are trash to me, nigga actually
Your platinum plaque should even go back to the factory
People wanna be like Michael and when
Recyclin when the fans wanna hear FRESH MATERIAL
From imperial rap pros who ORGANIZE
Gettin very intolerant at rap shows like lactose
In fact those niggas that act up get smacked
Backwards for bein so anti-climac.. tic
Watch any mack get, put on his back with
Lyrical tactics utilized without practice
This is how we do it (YEAH YEAH) duh duh duh
Done with the disco fluid (UH-HUH) duh duh
But if it ain't LOUD enough
Say if it ain't LOUD enough
Say if it ain't LOUD enough
We tell the soundman turn that damn volume up! nigga