Pro Audio Songtext
von Freddie Bruno
Pro Audio Songtext
Consoles, mixers, process the vocal tapestry
Music mastery, on your head like a tragedy
Nourishment, vitamins for the body yo
MIDI time codes, M-D tone, Pro Audio
Yo, it′s the cymbal mics, transposed to mountain heights
Overstand your shallow thoughts, see them as an oversight
You in the way like overbites, your album is overhyped
Hunk it up like overnight, you overshadow the light
That we walk through, sought you out like hidden treasure
Accept the expedition and cake walk to the measure
My point of view on the industry is spoken honestly
Constantly I rock harder on this oral odyssey
The auditory alien on the scourge of the wind
Holdin' a b-boy pose, keep it stiff like mannequin
That′s the gap I'm standin' in, spiral books you handin′ in
Captivate your mind and bend it back like a dorsal fin
It′s pro audio, in the big leagues where hearts are broke
Where you pour your heart on tracks and then mistake them for jokes
And see your audience is sellin' to kids with AOL
Man I know, peep the bruises from the shots I repel
Consoles, mixers, process the vocal tapestry
Music mastery, on your head like a tragedy
Nourishment, vitamins for the body yo
MIDI time codes, M-D tone, Pro Audio
PC to me means predominant with consonants
Pure confidence, punctuated condiments
The People′s Choice on the mic with the probable cause
Pencil flick coordination with no audible flaws
The sun afro, 6 foot 1, waves and frames
Lyric octane, burnin' the mic like propane
Heated words from the scholar to the followers of vanity
Only rhyme if it′s about your money or profanity
As I write with the hands of the carpenter
Build on the rhythm of my heart, circumcised pen sharpener
Eyes closed walkin' through a broken catacomb
Learned to beat box long before this beat has left the womb
Overseeing like Apocalypse beholdin′ the globe
Process the dialect from tongue to temporal lobe
At the labyrinth of the mind, standin' at the crossroad
You see omega codes are open, vocab motherload
Consoles, mixers, process the vocal tapestry
Music mastery, on your head like a tragedy
Nourishment, vitamins for the body yo
MIDI time codes, M-D tone, Pro Audio
Cipher decorated, minds dominated
Crews we abuse on the track decimated
A slaughter to your sound as we ramsack the rhythm
Concentrated dilated knowledge of my wisdom
Astigmatism of your third eye portal
Immortal language of a rhymin' oracle
See this is mic skill, yes ballpoint olympiad
Held for ransom with the sound underneath my drum pad
Consoles, mixers, process the vocal tapestry
Music mastery, on your head like a tragedy
Nourishment, vitamins for the body yo
MIDI time codes, M-D tone, Pro Audio
Music mastery, on your head like a tragedy
Nourishment, vitamins for the body yo
MIDI time codes, M-D tone, Pro Audio
Yo, it′s the cymbal mics, transposed to mountain heights
Overstand your shallow thoughts, see them as an oversight
You in the way like overbites, your album is overhyped
Hunk it up like overnight, you overshadow the light
That we walk through, sought you out like hidden treasure
Accept the expedition and cake walk to the measure
My point of view on the industry is spoken honestly
Constantly I rock harder on this oral odyssey
The auditory alien on the scourge of the wind
Holdin' a b-boy pose, keep it stiff like mannequin
That′s the gap I'm standin' in, spiral books you handin′ in
Captivate your mind and bend it back like a dorsal fin
It′s pro audio, in the big leagues where hearts are broke
Where you pour your heart on tracks and then mistake them for jokes
And see your audience is sellin' to kids with AOL
Man I know, peep the bruises from the shots I repel
Consoles, mixers, process the vocal tapestry
Music mastery, on your head like a tragedy
Nourishment, vitamins for the body yo
MIDI time codes, M-D tone, Pro Audio
PC to me means predominant with consonants
Pure confidence, punctuated condiments
The People′s Choice on the mic with the probable cause
Pencil flick coordination with no audible flaws
The sun afro, 6 foot 1, waves and frames
Lyric octane, burnin' the mic like propane
Heated words from the scholar to the followers of vanity
Only rhyme if it′s about your money or profanity
As I write with the hands of the carpenter
Build on the rhythm of my heart, circumcised pen sharpener
Eyes closed walkin' through a broken catacomb
Learned to beat box long before this beat has left the womb
Overseeing like Apocalypse beholdin′ the globe
Process the dialect from tongue to temporal lobe
At the labyrinth of the mind, standin' at the crossroad
You see omega codes are open, vocab motherload
Consoles, mixers, process the vocal tapestry
Music mastery, on your head like a tragedy
Nourishment, vitamins for the body yo
MIDI time codes, M-D tone, Pro Audio
Cipher decorated, minds dominated
Crews we abuse on the track decimated
A slaughter to your sound as we ramsack the rhythm
Concentrated dilated knowledge of my wisdom
Astigmatism of your third eye portal
Immortal language of a rhymin' oracle
See this is mic skill, yes ballpoint olympiad
Held for ransom with the sound underneath my drum pad
Consoles, mixers, process the vocal tapestry
Music mastery, on your head like a tragedy
Nourishment, vitamins for the body yo
MIDI time codes, M-D tone, Pro Audio
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