Irene Timeless Truth (Ft. Roc Marciano)
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[Sample]
The vocal mechanism of man. Here, sound waves, result from vibrations of air that start in the vocal fold of the trachea. These waves are reflected back and forth in the cavities of the mouth, nose and head. Complex sounds of speech and song
[Verse 1- Solace]
Turn mics to scrap metal
Niggas scared to raise the track level
Keep the cypher spinning like a fast pedal
So called "rebels" never step a foot in the ghetto
Claim they dancing with the devil
Type of talk is all treble
Dialect from analects
While you rely on sound effect
Paint a masterpiece, rearranging the alphabet
Words put together like a Swiss timepiece
You miss the meaning of life if you miss my speech
I'm God- spitting images, man from the original land
Put on this planet just to finish the plan
Let alone, my poems carved in Rosetta Stone
Better shone, when I welcome niggas to the Terror Dome
Divine, when you're given the sign
Let it enter your mind
Respect the architect's clever design
Loudmouth MC niggas turn into mime
Run out of ink, I'll slice a fingertip and finish the rhyme
The vocal mechanism of man. Here, sound waves, result from vibrations of air that start in the vocal fold of the trachea. These waves are reflected back and forth in the cavities of the mouth, nose and head. Complex sounds of speech and song
[Verse 1- Solace]
Turn mics to scrap metal
Niggas scared to raise the track level
Keep the cypher spinning like a fast pedal
So called "rebels" never step a foot in the ghetto
Claim they dancing with the devil
Type of talk is all treble
Dialect from analects
While you rely on sound effect
Paint a masterpiece, rearranging the alphabet
Words put together like a Swiss timepiece
You miss the meaning of life if you miss my speech
I'm God- spitting images, man from the original land
Put on this planet just to finish the plan
Let alone, my poems carved in Rosetta Stone
Better shone, when I welcome niggas to the Terror Dome
Divine, when you're given the sign
Let it enter your mind
Respect the architect's clever design
Loudmouth MC niggas turn into mime
Run out of ink, I'll slice a fingertip and finish the rhyme
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