Sound Byte

Lyrics

Will Tell ft. Brooklyn Academy (ft. Mr. Metaphor, Pumpkinhead, and Block McCloud) - "Sound Byte" [Emcee(s): Mr. Metaphor, Pumpkinhead, and Block McCloud] [Producer(s): Will Tell] [Intro: Sample from "Bedtime Story" from Vaughn Meader's The First Family] Caroline: Tell me a story, daddy JFK: Oh, come on, sweetheart, it's, ah, late Caroline: Just one short story, daddy JFK: Oh, alright. Just this one Caroline: Tell me my favorite story [Verse 1: Mr. Metaphor] Stake your claim on this mic, son, state your name Get your mouth froze, taste the 'caine Enter your vein. My words flow and lace your brain Smell the butane. This cat is loose like a shoestring Dangling, still catching wreck when we tangling Mangling minds, spraying my lines. Pray for your lives Get vaporized if we destabilize. I pave A path for the wise with mud in my eyes, sitting on The Sun as it rise and smoke a blunt in the skies. The cat Who cut off your thighs and lick the blood off the knives Chopping ya. Bitch emcees, get the cock in ya Dusting ya like a number one drug customer Hustler, get your shit muffed like a muffler Raise the temperature every time they hear me mention a name We popular like a five-star opera Mopping ya off of the floor, then force-dropping ya You follow my lead at a high speed. We're quicker ta Lift up your feet from a Brooklyn street to Ithaca Sticking ya, fucking your ho like Dirk Diggler Sick with the flow, twisting the dro mixed with indica Tear your heart up, put a rip in ya, stripping ya Fat-lipping your mug, son, the rhyme crippler 'Member back when, when it was much more simpler? We're stuck in ya with a microphone, fist-fucking ya [Interlude 1: Samples] "Oooh. I was scared" - Sample from Caroline in "Bedtime Story" from Vaughn Meader's The First Family "If you don't like my [?]" "May I have your attention, please? Folks, listen" "Pumpkinhead" - Sample from Pumpkinhead on Brooklyn Academy (ft. Mr. Metaphor, Pumpkinhead, and Block McCloud) - "The Unusual Jam" "I recognize that I must demonstrate…" "…that the assassin will be apprehended and brought to justice" "See, I speak up. I do not hold any of what's on my mind" [Verse 2: Pumpkinhead] Who the fuck you think was next to spit on this track? (Yeah!) That cat from the land of chickens and cracks. My vision Of rap is about to switch up. I'll blow your six up 'Cause it got a snitch—fuck the bitch up for the big bucks Called your bitch, got my dick sucked, bust a quick nut The raw-dog nigga. Come through the door, nigga, face a sawed-off Nigga. Break your jaw, drink a fifth to the fourth, then pour The liquor for your tortured figure. Break law, face off Try me. I lift you off your feet like a swami Praise me like Gandhi. The paparazzi right behind me Flashing flicks, I'm driving blindly on the I-90 Mad grimy, they want to tie me, explore my body For extraterrestrial findings, binding my limbs From Tommy to Timbs. I'm likely to win. I'm hearing voices It might be the wind, got me frightened within. Sins Calling, binge-alcoholing, at a bar Where chicks think we're stars, got ghetto celeb cards It's hard, though. I don't live a condo with cars parked in a garage I just get charged in apartment, rolling Frontos I got hoes like I was Chico DeBarge, given blowjobs In combos. If their man bust in, I'm bucking like a bronco The fuck, nigga? What, what? [Interlude 2: Samples] "Ah yeah, and we're out" "There are many in my crew" "In one week, 416 Americans died" "It is a time for the American people to repair…" "His name…" "Block McCloud" - Sample from Pumpkinhead on Brooklyn Academy (ft. Mr. Metaphor, Pumpkinhead, and Block McCloud) - "The Unusual Jam" "There'll, uh, be, uh, infliction of… whatever brutality they want" "Skeme Team" - Sample from Mr. Metaphor on Skeme Team ft. Brooklyn Academy (ft. Pumpkinhead, Block McCloud, and Mr. Metaphor) - "Con Artists" [Interlude 3: Mr. Metaphor and (Block McCloud)] Mr. Metaphor: There's no motherfucker in our district. I don't give a fuck how nasty they are Block McCloud: Nah, son. Let me tell these niggas something [Verse 3: Block McCloud] This rap shit? Nigga, you better leave it alone. You think You hot shit, but, nigga, even Jesus was stoned and Caesar Dethroned. I told you in a previous poem. "I'm stupid!" Area 7-1-8 dial devious tones, the reason I spark the rhyme scheme like thieves in a park, rip you to shreds With the teeth of a shark and even as sharp. This season I start freezing out for bleeding-type hearts, pureed In Cuisinart, and, to my pit, I'm feeding the parts. The mark That I made, the scar on the carcass decayed Sharpen my blade, embark on a darker crusade. My flow is Just coarse, deeper than the ocean has floors. When froze at The tors', my heat will serve to open your pores Show no remorse, get in ya like a Trojan wood horse I'm trapped in a war that's grimy, fight a battle for hoards When I land on these shores, hot like a wooly mammoth indoors I'm rapping/wrapping like gauze, and dap will get you clapped like applause [Outro: Samples] "Ha! Brooklyn Ac'" - Sample from Pumpkinhead on Brooklyn Academy (ft. Mr. Metaphor, Pumpkinhead, and Block McCloud) - "The Unusual Jam" "You think we're gonna win?" "Yeah!" "Our name is…" "Metaphor" - Sample from Pumpkinhead on Brooklyn Academy (ft. Mr. Metaphor, Pumpkinhead, and Block McCloud) - "The Unusual Jam" "I think that, uh, some people have a way with words" "Under the influence of the breezes, they merged together, growing darker" - Sample from Narrator from Jules Verne's "Journey to the Centre of the Earth" "The Academy" "They had reached a world within a world" - Sample from Narrator from Jules Verne's "Journey to the Centre of the Earth" "Icon" "We cannot turn back"