That Sound - Ohmega Watts

Don’t need to stress the fact that we’re fresh

Right this mindstate continue to bless lifes in each state

With rhymes from Stro, baritone in the zone

Othello with the molotic flow, bring the soul home

And the first up greet you is the funky prez

Better know to many as Rez (And he’s Off!)

(Rez):

Arrangment and progression and dyamex confession

The man, when we’ll crisis to songs in this profession

Assume with the rhythms of life in this complexitis

As simple as sound compulse or most found recipies

Sonicly constricted and I ain’t even draped it The soundscapes we make is just to escape it When styles get old, and the music is sound stated

We write with love and God’s appreciation

(Othello):

My buisiness is this just to get down (DOWN)

Gotta a lotta bounce and i surround without a doubt (DOUBT)

Heard of ya fence, hop over ya egyptian style (STYLE)

Brother man is passin what you fillin in the sound

When we release, make city boys shout (SHOUT)

Country bumpers, bumpin and move somethin out (OUT)

It’s the method of The Procussion and Lightheaded direction

Brake me blessin and in this session will last the impression

(Stro The 89th Key):

I’m at war with the compostion, written an illa fire

Find a moment of truth, serenaded, I got followed by The final movement, transcriped

Triple me the time G made the dominent seven

Go inside with the author

Rhythm and words written to minester

Hope in the book of life, my key signature’s found

Soon after that you won’t see me around

Wake up ya’ll, here comes that sound

Are you listenin?

(J + Stro)

Now when we get together to see, hearin the other

Fresh to the letter, ill vibe go get us Turn it out if you let us, now turn it up it get’s better

‘Cause the next one is a set up, MC’s to flex nice

Trail with the passion of delivery endless

The J make ‘em say, «man I’m feelin the jam»

Ohmega Watts make the body rock hotter than july

Turn it up a notch, put your hands to the sky

Like AAAAAAAAAAAAHHH

(Braile):

Liquid, lyrical Braile, I illuminate the back drop

Get open over the track cocked back, and blast off

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spittin rap and wisdom

Got Dj’s scratchin and itchin' as i appears the vision

Shockin and rockin it, Ohmega Watts, mega hertz

An electric surgeon, mention from the underground emurstin

God’s workin first, and with the rhythm rippin till i burst

If you thirsty chickens let me purify the verse

(The J):

Yo yo!

Hear the god giving rhythm your heartbeat

Driven of 4/4, this is what the musicians was called for

The soundwall we found on the pound drunkskin

Me and the melody tellin me we standin for somthin

(THE PROCUSSION!) Just a part of the R They started doin the father part of lightning the dark

We write in the marque, ignigting the mic with a spark

Soul literature pick through what he write from the heart

(Ohmega Watts):

I got juice, supply, amplify by the mega watts

I’m ohmega, watch me and the crew (ROCK RHYMES!)

In a classic school fashion, long lasting flavour

Tell a friend, tell a neighbour (THAT)

Misbehavior’s not factor when we master the art

And control crowd bringing the sound heard from miles around

Travelling through the ground, got soul by the pound

Spread the word or tell about this fresh sound that you found

(Noelle):

Pickup.

pickup that sound.

They did it again, they did it again x4

Sound off!

(Braile)

Braile Brizzy and i’m blessin the mic.

(Rez)

Rezinint in the place and we keepin' it hype.

Sound on…

(Both)

Sound off!

(Ohmega Watts)

Ohmega watts, chop, dig and design

(The J)

Yo!

This the J only livin' to shine

Sound on…

(Both)

Sound off!

(Othello)

Othello with the heart in the rhyme

(Stro)

Stro the 89th key but my real name’s Brian