Search results for 'Voice Prompt Editor'

breathing oxygen and living
Life and falling in
Love and having pain and having joy is
Like what can I do, what can
I do with my voice, what can we do for

every prompt
Now I've got demands
And I won't stop
Until I hear
Organic voices scream my name
iROTICA

Can't you see us meeting
At the beat that's

Can you hear all the voices?
Hiss is something that makes noises
Prompt gives you real suggestions
Don't you miss (the) keys to your (questions)?

won't forget the pain

The demons hiding below
In the uncanny snow
They steal the voices from the dead that you already know

Divine as the emerald mine

3T
Ygen
Yah

V.O.C.P.T
Whoopti whoop nigga whaaat
V.O.C.P.T
The voice of the Cape listen up
V.O.C.P.T
From the home of the g’s and the thugs

Until the Day Is Done

R.E.M.

Accelerate

2008

done

As we've written our stories to entertain
These notions of glory and bull market gain
The tele-prompt flutters, the power surge brings
An easy

were slavers and poor-man crushers. 


Meanwhile, Jerilderie's newspaper editor  a man named Mr Gill  was chasing up a story.
He'd heard about four new

one by one no editor's tricks
Filling the floor with the lifeless bits 
The bookmark moves so slow it seems to stick

Hands bloody and raw

not hard to see why
My father might be one of the
Most influential councillors in our city
But my mother is the voice of the people
The editor

Sellin underground tapes out the local swap meet 

Gettin tighter on the mic, as I worked day to day 

So now I lay down at night, and I hear voices

repetition of words is check out my melody
Some bass and treble is moist, scratch in and cut in a voice
And when it's mine that's when the rhyme is always

My Melody

Eric B. & Rakim

The 18th Letter/The Book of Life

1997

repetition of words is check out my melody
Some bass and treble is moist, scratch in and cut in a voice
And when it's mine that's when the rhyme is always

seed in veins 
Or mania grandiosa 
It prompts you to lay waste 
And to bear death? 

To bear Death 
To the Earth 
 
So I exclaim 
My diatribe 
To Homo

I'd kill for sleep
The voices slam down the gavel
Loosen your grip as you try to grapple
But still, I'm me
As I'm running through this race, I'd kill

And you could hear it in her voice, see the sorrow in his eyes
She appears to be so perfect, he's so honest when he lies
It's the only kind

come
By children of their children
Let the heart to prompt a term
When it's time to make a choice
And to clothe like king a wood
Fell in the skin

I may have committed light acts
but all i said was facts
I was prompt with my agenda
though

You did way more than that

You gave me a new life

called a new audible, rose in September
Voice an effort
Overtly seething initial records
Syncopate and forget them
The time signatured editor
Composition

DNA

Saul Williams

The Inevitable Rise and Liberation of Niggy Tardust

2007

ask these editors at MTV

Far as they know they're publishing some new school poetry
Let it be 'cause even that will do to turn the key
Doorways

High Fidelity

Jurassic 5

Power in Numbers [Bonus DVD]

2002

like cornbread Earl and me
Showcase with the voice that's oh so fresh
And I can still serve em up in a minute or less
I can talk all day but I'm gonna

alongside righteous fellows
At Philistines attacking the ghetto
This prompts the Achlos to go Narcos
Popularizing those desperados on search for El Dorado
In

through evergreens
Through your hair blows the crisp, autumn breeze
Pinecones and the leaves 'neath your feet
And then something it prompts you to leave, it

the game with some promo
These thirsty bitches prowling, hating niggas ask for photos
I keep it prompt, cause these next moves is pronto
The team tight knit,

my plea is
'Hear me when I pray.'

O, hear me Lord, and answer
According to Your word;
Then may the Spirit prompt me
When Your still voice I've heard