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soundcheck - dibiase lyrics

[intro]
yo, check these mics, 1, 2
(yo, turn that mic up)
1, 2
(i can’t hear myself in the monitor)
gotta get that level right
check, 1, 2
(put some bass in it?)
these little things, check the microphone, you know what i mean
(check, check)
see where we at
(that’s better, that’s better)
1, 2, 1, 2
(how’s it sound in the house?)
get them levels correct, you know what i’m sayin
1, 1, 2, check
[verse * decay]
never been that cool
in fact, something of a tool
still in llama school, breaking the rules
might be fools, still remains to be seen but in time between
we feed fiends with this hit, the supreme
and it seemed like the moment, this here, is falling on deaf ears
i spend too much time drowning in beers and wasting years
at half*assed pursuits, now i’ve shed my youth
and the truth?
well the only thing left is the truth
i might never get a grammy or rhyme on mtv
never have a platinum record, and that’s cool with me
never be recognized as that true mc
it’s cool cuz there’s really no place i’d rather be
i’m sure more than a couple llamas would agree
that the sh*t that makes us us is on another frequency
and maybe in that there’s a deficiency
in not following green like it ain’t with the team
hold only llamas in the highest of esteem
some alienated, still wish to be redeemed
a stone’s throw away, even going full steam
so many nightmares wrapped up in the dream
f*cked many times but stopped getting reamed
once i separated my artistry from the cream
never game a d*mn about glitz and the glam
not sure i want people to even know who i am
and if you don’t feel that because “it ain’t rap”
then perhaps it’s time to be ghost, out with the fam
thanks for the 15 but time is up
for real, it might be that time for me to shut the f*ck up
far be it out my lane to complain
probably going insane, fell off the deep end, got caught in the rain
and it’s strange to expose so much in this time
but they ain’t really listening, it’s just another rhyme
on a beat tape, f*cking up your time, i guess
but little with the chorus, so we’ll skip the digest
and it can’t just be fresh of your chest
in a mother f*ckin microphone sound check
what’s next? more or less
exactly what’s expected, ado
decay signing off, now i rep for the crew at school
[outro]
aw sh*t, man
where the sound man go?
f*ck you mean t*
wait he wasn’t even there in the first place?
we’ve been up here the whole time man like, f*
so the levels been the same the whole time, man
i’ve been playin myself up there talking bout…
…aw, f*ck
yo get the sound man out here man, we need him right now
wait, our times up, what?

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