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at being me day by day pound 4 pound
Round for round I hold on my own ground and pound
Blood and sweat daily until I hear that sound
I got hours in and my

Night of the Cadillacs

L.A. Guns

Cuts

1992

and roll sound
I couldn't reach their ears
I couldn't reach their ears
Driven by a rock and roll sound

I couldn't reach their ears
I couldn't reach

bicep
With my ear on the ground
I heard your cries
The streets want Champion Sound
Every day I face my enemies
I don't play I pray for my energies
God

Theme from the Movie "Manhole"

Grace Slick

Manhole

1974

Sometimes it's easy to believe it
Sound may be the warmest thing he's found
He just starts playing, then he says to me:
"Ready your body for love,

Shut Up, Man

Das Racist

Relax

2011

Theories are nearly insane, bleary
? surely by years of the same gears
It's weird to the same ears whose careers
Is to aim spears at the gears in

got opinions, but mine means more to me than yours
Oh Grunger boy! Do I make your ears sore?

I Hate Myself And I Want To Die is better than Lounge Act

Coming out the alleyways of Illtown 
Producer extraordinaire Kaygee 
Followed by the backbone VinRock 
And the last to fall onto this planet: Me

your eye sore
You're getting choked by the mic cord
I got at least three mics so that means we fighting
You come for me, better be rewriting
If we go

Rest Assured

Eric B. & Rakim

Don't Sweat the Technique

1992

I guess you could say I've been away 
I wake up slow when I'm hot but I destruct the plant 
And fourteen hands comb New York for fans 
They make

Look, there goes one right on cue
He smelled the blood from only a few
Distressed damsel baited by an ear and a smile
He yes'd her 'til she felt

A message loud and clear goes out to my friends and enemies alike
My voice will not be silenced, no longer will I be obscured
By the enormous shadow

Quiet

You can see I'm so blinded, by lightning spells from you
I flee and you don't mind it, your spells aim others too
For my life is too short, you can

the sound guy better turn me up
Turn me up so that all the people hear me
Beat so loud that it's 'bout to make my ears bleed
If you haven't heard the message,

out
From these sore arms, that plucked strings
Plucked strings, for your praise
But you need more
And you need more, and you need more
And you need

and I'm down for you
A new sound
Stay, my please stay
Why is this feeling killing me?
The rising sun
Feeling your grace is killing me
Where to run?
Living

out that door
We just don't need your lies and games no more
You think your hot shit but you a lose that's sore

You keep goin on with shit
All sounds

sun

Blind rat race
Fight for space
Rich and poor
Scream for more

Shattered voices, one by one
Stare into the devil's sun

Tide will sound
Winds will

you wanna come?
Sounds good nah Flex, you wanna cum?
Pause Flex, you tryna cum?
(He baited me for it)
He baited me for it, right
He baited me for it
I

and play to the sound
We got friends around
Don’t be fooled by the groove
When we dance
When we move
Play on, play on, play on, play on, play on
(Ready

a disagreement worth
If you can't hear with open ears
Cause you've been burning bridges
And I can see the smoke from here

I feel so sore
Can't forgive what I

Yeah, hit it from the back, leave you sore
Bae you could take a day off, it's okay
Baby girl, leave your man, he a no name
My niggas really get racks, we

Orphans of Wealth

Don McLean

Tapestry

1970

the thickets
Infested, diseased, and decaying
With rags and no shoes and skin sores that ooze
By the poisonous pools they are playing

In shacks of two

and four chords repeated
Completed by a relatable lyrical concept about an ex or something
This isn't for the masses
It's for the
musically analytical
So

the sound

Check out the sound, check out the sound
Check out the sound, check out the sound
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