Friday, September 21, 2007

Beat Box

Sung by: Matisyahu & Yoni

Austin how you all feeling.
Like this, Like this.
It's the music that throws all illusions and fears.
It's the music that makes the confusion become clear.
It's the music that I lived, for 18 years.
It's the music I give my blood, sweat, and tears.
Not to mention saliva,
Did I mention I’m liva?
Then the rest of the cipher man it's not hard to decipher.
Music gets people hyper,
Music made me a writer.
Music made me a fighter.
Yo man, pass me the lighter.
It's the fire ignited shinning bright into the sky.
Look me right in the eye.
Hey yo kid, you want to fly.
The y-o, the n-i, from MI to NY.
You cannot deny so why even try.

My mother sang songs in camps of concentration.
His mother sang songs outside the cotton plantations.
Her mother sang songs while we were robbin their nation.
now I sing songs for much more then just my occupation.
I am the music.
We are the music.
I am the music.
You are the music
Austin is the music.
Texas is the music.
We are the mu-sic.

Yo I take two steps forward.
Taking one step back.
Every time I think I am on track, the light fades to black.
Now I pick the slack and attack faster then a rafter on crack.
Feel my knack and just spit it
I let them words driplets cuz rap’s hit vicious.
My style is more delicious then eggnog.
You wish this kid would vanish, souls is famished,
And my spirit needs fitness, that’s why I flip this.
I held back the life and just blown and I’m feeling.
I write surprisingly because I drowned last night.
Here I am one more time,
My rhymes are meant to shine.
rhyme ripping over rhythms like swimming through time.
Sit back and unwind,
Let your brain unravel.
Slip sliding away like travelin on wet gravel,
Ain't no need to battle if need be yeah

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