Fuck a sampler, I rhyme to the rhythm of my punchlines beating your ear
Drum/
Creating sublime subliminal rhythms synchronized to how I feel son/
Livin' to the rhythm of time/
Life: the composition composed of minutes, seconds, deacades, years
Millenniums/
Alternating and creating the symphony played by the sound of the morning train
Galloping to work/
The sound of a global choir of women givin' birth/
The sound of the child molesting priest breathing hard in the back of the
Church

The sound of the lost youth getting back at mother earth/
The sound of capitalistic blood thirst. We stand around rapping over the sound
Of the police/
Rappin' over the sound of no justice no peace. A troublesome couple sons rappin'
Over urban jungle drums/
Stickin' to the bubble gum. Rappin' over the thumping beat of an army of feet/
Invading their neighbouring country forcing 'em to retreat. Rappin' over the
Sound of my girl's talkin' in her sleep/
And the sound of skulls getting crushed on concrete

Chorus:
But what's sound?/ Sound is music!
Now what's music?/ Music is life!
And what's life?/ Life is death!
Now what's death?/ Death is silence!
But what's silence?/ Silence is sound!
So what's sound?/ Sound is music!
Then what's music?/ Music is life!
And what's life?/ Life is death!