Iyeoka - Soundscape Finesse lyrics
[Intro] [Hook: bcap, face of fate, alex nicely] You have just entered the soundscape finesse I got to genuflect, resurrect and say bless You are listening to the sounds of The Press So just keep your eardrums locked Lock em up tight We have just entered the soundscape finesse, y'all We're living in the east but our Mecca's in the west You are now listening to the sounds of The Press It goes P-R-E double S [Verse 1: bcap] We're coming HD digital out the deck Best respect I sit down at my desk and script rhymes like the best Motivational text message me the rest Electrical essences effervescent test and stress lessons [Verse 1: face of fate] Yes to yes yes Guess who's next upon the decker I'm rocking from any city to any religion of any texture I straight add words with adverse verbs and ad-libage Smoking more skunk than 2 punks playing cribbage [Verse 1: alex nicely] I take you back to the days of painted caps brim up Oversized tees with that front buckle tuck Laid out mats of cardboard and linoleum Selection of blunts and your own ways of rolling em Digging in backpacks and loose laced sneakers Hearing a new single out of ghetto blaster speakers Putting a fist to your chest to get respect Leaving tags on the hats so they know that they fresh [Hook] [Verse 2: bcap] We came to be because we need them tracks They way the music makes the people get out off they a** and react To the facts at a fraction of the math to what we say Hey, yo, bring the beat back Now anyway we got to give it up to those who proceed The ones ahead of who lending us the know to succeed They never running with greed so we bleed mad respect The task and the test to seek the best and manifest [Verse 2: face of fate] I don't jest This song is like more or less The zest of the best breast Of the best chest that I ever met Triple your bet This girl filled my sheet set With old moves like Tet We both got wet Are you in love with your life? Are you embracing my write? Unchained melodies they never bob my head right, right? Let me rep the microphone and make 1 point clear When I'm freaking the funk I'm doing it front to rear, yeuh [Hook] [Verse 3: iyeoka] This is the turning point The torch that illuminates the pace that matches the faces you know The freedoms you believe in The mirror that shapes the image from illusion to eternal This sound is The Press that rocks and skips along the ripples Hitting the right beat of the music before the tide breaks The drop that makes the word aha to escape The choice to drown in the sound of hip hop testing the souls y'all This is the turning point The perfect control to mentally letting go The portion of poems to the giving in This is the freedom This is the rhythm The voices you believe in This is The Press y'all [Hook] [Outro]