...SOUND Lyrics

Well if I die, I prolly wouldn't make the newspaper

I keep score, get hot, you fools thought I was fugazi

Booze got my do crazy

Dues payin' make my two cents worth two shits

So my bones remain lazing and the

Day ones they been staying maintaining

New guys could make the cut, they just gotta stay training

Every day I push weight, my vein's pop they stay straining

Since I was one five and pushed eighths in sunshine or rain

Since he was 15, yeah, it made him mobile

Do 16's to the bass and poppin at least it's local

Hundreds to the spot, they fuckin' up with my vocals

Til' 24's under us and my rims they be goin' loco

Yeah, I'm just here to cure the frowns

And make 'em oh to 16's like the fuckin' Cleveland Browns

I concentrate bars and I concentrate bounce

If you ask me why I do it know I do it for the sound

If I die tomorrow at least I did it today

Breath smells like Bombay and decay

So bombs away

Fast lane to pain, yeah it gets so insane

Just piece it all together got no time to explain

Just tryna scorch your throat until nothin' remains

I'm the tonsil remover just lookin' for a brain to invade

The ear intruder runnin' off fumes and gatorade

Now I'm catchin' my breath, ain't got no time to respirate

So take a deep one and try to let it out

Go ahead and wipe the blood from off of your frown

I make your earholes bleed with everything from my mouth

And then I verbalize lines try and fit em up your snout

Huh, it's just the uppers and the downs

Can't believe I made it out with my cap and a gown

I conjugate verbs and annunciate nouns

And if you ask my why I do it, know I do it for the sound

And if you ask my why I do it, know I do it for the sound

And if you ask my why I do it, know I do it for the sound