The Art Of A Sound

[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 fucking class?
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, motherfucker, 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
Shit, 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 killing 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 shit 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 killers 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