Sound Providers

5 Minutes feat. the Procussions


(Yo Check this out)

Welcome to the stage where you can Feel the heat/from the

Bodies pressed together just to Hear you speak/ Yo, I

Wonder:what makes you wanna Stand in line/ will they

Step to the jam and underStand the rhyme/ it's almost

Show-time/when we enTer the show Case and we're

,Eye to eye / ,Face to face/with my

People that be Filling the Place, I listen as

Music starts filling the sPace, what's Occupied by

Empty nest, left by Anticipation, be

Hell to get your spot Yo they're, Tired of waiting. Better

Start praying/my spiriTuAlity checks like a

Moment of truth/ or a Reality check-plus, it

,Sets the mood/it's Easy to forget what is

True, if I lost focus on the Why and Who/ and the

Where/it's right here/, right now. the

Backstage/ we hopin' to Raise some eye Brows/ cause, hey,

,we Might grind 'til the Lights go down at the

Ve-nue I'm hoping that they, let us conTinue like

Encore, we got more, If they want more, to un

Lock doors (is)the reason why we Came on tour you want

S'more? I think about the Path laid beFore us/If you

Wanna be prepared we better Practice beFore it's like


One, two, three, four

Hey (hey), you (you), Out there, we Bringing it

Live, all you listening, Rise, so tell a friend that

We (we) just (just) Want to spread love (that's

All, The Procussions came to Do it for y'all (say)

(x2)

Why? Who's voice-over is it I’s doing?

You're supposed to get strolls

Chill, chill

We'll get it/ we'll get it


The

Stage is set for the proCeeding event, Start

Time's around nine/ I guess we'll go around ten/ Throw the

Promos in better and the Merchant will purchase/-the

First-to-the-Venue but the Last to get a sound check.

,Perfect image for the (Master of con)versation/-the

Kids attacking the entrance/ From the 'nauguration to the

Finish-they-liStening to the Headline & act/ so the

Goal is to expand the attention SPan enough for us/ we gotta

Get'em up in hits, leave the Opening act/ the under

Dogs' struggling with the misSion and humble Beginnings / be

Gin rehearsing the show, reCiting each line


,yo Procussions, five-miNutes to show time


Yo,

,Seven minutes aGO, my Arms fol(ded) eyes

Closed, Now all boarded by the Guy at the door-/I'm just2

Blow up with the sole of my feet,-feeling grounded in

Deed-I'm prison guard for the Rap that I breathe-/we pro

Ceed in the rant stage Right, only guided by the

Sound of a kick-wall Bricks red lights/ I'm see

(In’ a) (small) fight,in-Front row/the-blows get

(Thrown-exChanging-words-and-now It's) Under control/ clock is

Telling me it's quarter to Ten, I'm-telling Jay-that-I'm-rea

(Dy-but)-(Can't-re-Member)how the-Chorus-begins/ In my

Mind I got it almost Right, (and-just) (then, I hear a)

Voice-speaking into the Mic.


…go down

So right about now we got Mr. Jay, Rez & Maestro of the Procussions Ready to come out here and rock it for y'all

For real, you need to pack the front because these brothas… (fade


Here we go

Hey (hey), you (you), Out there, we Bringing it

Live, all you listening, Rise, so tell a friend that

We (we) just (just) Want to spread love (that's

All, The Procussions came to Do it for y'all (say)

(x2)

I'ma let the rap world
just sit back and max
I be in the lab
with my technician makin' tracks
From my crate of old wax
I reinvent with good intent
So you can tell from the sound
it's time well spent
Sent from the past
to elevate from the mass
You far material just
to show you got class
Well I'm a bigger man
so I let the nonsense pass
You need to open your eyes
because my mindstates fast
Let it be known
that my wisdom is shown
That perfection is the key
to unlock my microphone
I'm penetratin your zone
leavin' all spots blown
But you never would have guessed
it from the sound of my tone
When you see me around
just hit me off at the pound
And I'll be the first to show you
how the Pro gets down
On that note
I think it's time for me to slide
Never question the fact
it's the sound that we provide
Skilled in the field
so slide to the side
Technical difficulties is through
Skilled in the field
so slide to the side
Technical difficulties is through
Skilled in the field
so slide to the side
Technical difficulties is through
Skilled in the field
so slide to the side
Hey yo
technical difficulties is through
My pen blends smoothly
over paper landscapes
Collective thoughts build
as I start to create
The essence of soul is
dispensed at my control
that is brought to move
the crowd at every show
Cus we provide the sound
that exites the underground
Profile the chosen
one to break it down
And that enables me
to flip any track
Over drums that attack
the perfect blend of pure facts
It's time to bring it
back to the days
of rap scholars
When your rhyme was for real
and not the old mighty dollar
You see I was there
every step of the way
So now you know the reason
why my rhyme style sways
I perfect structures
of phrases I sellect
And the sound that you hear
let you know that I'm correct
This is a musical journey
and sounds my only guide
I'm skilled in the field
so slide to the side
Skilled in the field
so slide to the side
Technical difficulties is through
Skilled in the field
so slide to the side
Technical difficulties is through
Skilled in the field
so slide to the side
Technical difficulties is through
Skilled in the field
so slide to the side
Hey yo
technical difficulties is through
Radient thoughts illuminate
for the blind
A student of my culture
translatin' through rhyme
Educated by time
so check my verbal design
Interject visuals through
the use of the mind
It's all about the money
nowadays so what's the use
The only fortune I hold
are the gems that I produce
The solution is one
but if you don't make the cut
You be the last in line
once the door get shut
The next chapter
page one the conscious rapper
Not in it for fame
so respect is what I'm after
Don't have to wave a gun
to help generate funds
So record exec's can start
throwin' me crumbs
Top dollar as
I walk the chosen path
Invite the mic device
to help me focus my craft
The wisdom is sealed
now it's time to reveal
The actual facts that help me
master my field
Skilled in the field
so slide to the side
Technical difficulties is through
Skilled in the field
so slide to the side
Technical difficulties is through
Skilled in the field
so slide to the side
Technical difficulties is through
Skilled in the field
so slide to the side
Hey yo
technical difficulties is through

[Profile]
You know it's funky funky funky ??cus you heard it from here, say
A jam ? oven rockin' underground airwaves
Words amplify through your speakers and amps
it's time to ??get down, get down?? with the Sound Pro camp
And clap your hands, to the rhythm we bring
this is a joyous event so let your physical swing
Break beats and backspins, an old pad and a pen
These are broke mans poems, from begining* to end
The P-are-O with the soul, so let the record play
Revival of an old school sound, for the president
Always on point, no time for what the jalous say
The essence of a real rap sound, check the resume
And keep it movin', yo the vibes right here
Three sixty degrees another world premiere
So raise your glass, ??cus we're the toast of the town
Yo, Soul grab the mic ??cus it's time to get down

(Dj scratches)
"So let's get down, get down"
"So get down, get down" (4x)

[Soulo]
Check it, I exist in the world of sound
Hit record spots from town to town
Dug deep in the crates where plates are found
Schooled by the greats that shaped the round
Phonograph, yo I break roots in half
Straight architect gets down for the craft
With the sound that hits the spot
Makin' heads bob while your speakers get hot (echoes)
I'm gonna add vocab into the mix
Articulate my words so the concept sticks
G-E-T-D-O-W-N
Then ascend with the three Sound men
Straight to the peak, where poets speak
Jams are live and people vibe
To the underground sound that's history bound
Once again, we're gonna get on down

"So let's get down, get down"
"So get down, get down" (4x)

[Profile]
This is remeniscin' of the days gone by
When the brothers were fresh, and the ladies were fly
Dancefloors were packed, and cold bottles were cracked
Dj's dropped the needle for the crowd to react
To a funky type of tempo that the wax rotate
Fresh rhymes are served up on a 12 inch plate
For the nation to see, the live science to be
Definition of soul on the M-I-see
Interlect is displayed, when the vocals are laid
Timin' is a factor when dissisions are made
So step inside the party all egoes aside
And let the crowd rock steady to the sound we provide
The three man band, Jay Skills and the Pro
Last but not least is my man Soulo
Creatin' the sound, that makes you gather around
Once again, we gonna get on down

"Get down, get down"
"So get down, get down"
"So let's get down, get down"
"So get down, get down" (3x)

Heh, heheheh

I got, no time for fake niggaz
Just sip some Cristal with these real niggaz
From East to West coast spread love niggaz (that's right)
And while you niggaz talk shit we count bank figures (say what?)

I got, no time for fake niggaz (uh-uh, uh-uh)
Just sip some Cristal with these real niggaz (uh-huh, uh-huh)
From East to West coast spread love niggaz (that's right)
And while you niggaz talk shit we count bank figures (he-heh)
("How you figure that your team can effect my cream?")
I got, no time for fake niggaz (uh-uh, uh-uh)
Just sip some Cristal with these real niggaz (uh-huh, uh-huh)
("I rely on Bed-Stuy to shut it down if I die")
From East to West coast spread love niggaz (ha hahh, that's right)
And while you niggaz talk shit we count bank figures (let's go)

Yeauhhh, I Momma, Miss Ivana
Usually rock the Prada, sometimes Gabbana
Stick you for your cream and your riches
Zsa Zsa Gabor, Demi Moore, Prince Diane and all them rich bitches
Puff Daddy pump the Hummer for the summer
I follow -- in the E-Class with the goggles
96 models, Bad Click on the stroll
(Tell em how we roll) Cruise control
Nuttin make a woman feel betta
than Berrettas and Amarettas, butta leathers and mad cheddaz
Chillin in a Benz with my ami-gos
Tryin to stick a nigga for his pe-sos
If you say so's, then I'm the same chick
that you wanna get with, lick up in my twat
Gotta hit the spot, if not don't test the poom poom
nanny nanny, punanny donny, heyyy!

Heyyy, no time for fake niggaz (uh-uh, uh-uh)
Just sip some Cristal with these real niggaz (uh-huh, uh-huh)
From East to West coast spreadin love niggaz (that's right)
And while you niggaz talk shit we count bank figures (he heh)
("How you figure that your team can effect my cream?")
I got, no time for fake niggaz (uh-uh, uh-uh)
Just sip some Cristal with these real niggaz (uh-huh, uh-huh)
("I rely on Bed-Stuy to shut it down if I die")
From East to West coast spreadin love niggaz (that's right)
And while you niggaz talk shit we count bank figures

How you like it baby? Uhh, from the front
Uhh, from the back, give that ass a smack
Bet your man won't do it like that
Can't work the middle, plus his thing too little
Let me grab your ta-ta's, do the cha-cha
Work down your ta-ta's do the cha-cha
Make you scream Pa-pa

You da best, Da Da
Now watch mama, go up and down dick to jaw crazy
Uhh! Say my name baby (okay)
Before you nut, I'ma dribble down your butt cheeks
Make you wiggle, then giggle just a little
I'm drinkin babies, then I cracks for the Mercedes
Act shady, and feel my three-eighty *gun cocks*
or the raven, oohwee I see
Your girl ain't a "Freak Like Me", or Adina
Huh, can't fade the rhinoceros of rap (say what?)
Lil' Kim pussy (uhh) how preposterous is that? (ha hah!)

Heyyy, no time for fake niggaz (uh-uh, uh-uh)
Just sip some Cristal with these real niggaz (uh-huh, uh-huh)
From East to West coast spreadin love niggaz (that's right)
And while you niggaz talk shit we count bank figures (he heh)
I got, no time for fake niggaz (uh-uh, uh-uh)
Just sip some Cristal with these real niggaz (uh-huh, uh-huh)
From East to West coast spreadin love niggaz (that's right)
And while you niggaz talk shit we count bank figures

Uhh, right back at cha, the one Cleopatra (say what?)
Diggin in your stash
(Niggaz think they gonna get some ass)
No money money
no licky licky -- fuck the dicky dicky
and the quickie, gimme your loot
Your Mac-11 then shoot
Your game ain't sweet, John Paul peeps
shouldn't compete, if you can't wet it, forget it
Don't sweat it, I bet it'd
make ya cum smooth if you let it
Huh, you can't stop a bitch from ballin
Ha-ha to la-la to drive-by's they be callin, and you ain't know
While you be kickin that old shit (talk to me) we makin hits
Platinum and gold shit (we don't stop)
I stay draped in diamonds and pearls
Beside every man is a Bad Girl
(That's right... nine-six Bad Boy c'mon)

Heyyy, no time for fake niggaz (uh-uh, uh-uh)
Just sip some Cristal with these real niggaz (uh-huh, uh-huh)
From East to West coast spreadin love niggaz (that's right)
And while you niggaz talk shit we count bank figures (he heh)
("How you figure that your team can effect my cream?")
I got, no time for fake niggaz (uh-uh, uh-uh)
Just sip some Cristal with these real niggaz (uh-huh, uh-huh)
("I rely on Bed-Stuy to shut it down if I die")
From East to West coast spreadin love niggaz (that's right)
And while you niggaz talk shit we count bank figures

[Verse One]
Yo it's Friday night, and ain't nothin to do
Think I'll check out the show where the flavor is true
From 12 to 2, they provide for you
And bless the airwaves with the vibe that's new
Yo Soul, check the levels is it comin in clear?
Well get your tape ready cause the hour is near
Sound Providers are here, time to bless the sphere
This the Choc with the Friday night world premiere
Stand clear cause we're takin you back to the day
To a time when the MC had somethin to say
There was radio play, and the people would say
"God damn that DJ made my day"

[Verse Two]
Independent, or major, as long as there's flavor
Joints get rocked, when my man Choc
gives the command on the FM band
The crates arrive, and the tables are manned
By a street magician, movin the pitch and
gettin mad busy on a musical mission
The streets are listenin, the flavor's on time
We shine, with the Friday night rhyme
At midnight, the request lines are lit up
Choc is on the mic, askin all of y'all to get up
out of your chair and throw your hands in the air
Scoopin up props from Watts to Bel Air
It's like that

5 Minutes feat. the Procussions


(Yo Check this out)

Welcome to the stage where you can Feel the heat/from the

Bodies pressed together just to Hear you speak/ Yo, I

Wonder:what makes you wanna Stand in line/ will they

Step to the jam and underStand the rhyme/ it's almost

Show-time/when we enTer the show Case and we're

,Eye to eye / ,Face to face/with my

People that be Filling the Place, I listen as

Music starts filling the sPace, what's Occupied by

Empty nest, left by Anticipation, be

Hell to get your spot Yo they're, Tired of waiting. Better

Start praying/my spiriTuAlity checks like a

Moment of truth/ or a Reality check-plus, it

,Sets the mood/it's Easy to forget what is

True, if I lost focus on the Why and Who/ and the

Where/it's right here/, right now. the

Backstage/ we hopin' to Raise some eye Brows/ cause, hey,

,we Might grind 'til the Lights go down at the

Ve-nue I'm hoping that they, let us conTinue like

Encore, we got more, If they want more, to un

Lock doors (is)the reason why we Came on tour you want

S'more? I think about the Path laid beFore us/If you

Wanna be prepared we better Practice beFore it's like


One, two, three, four

Hey (hey), you (you), Out there, we Bringing it

Live, all you listening, Rise, so tell a friend that

We (we) just (just) Want to spread love (that's

All, The Procussions came to Do it for y'all (say)

(x2)

Why? Who's voice-over is it I’s doing?

You're supposed to get strolls

Chill, chill

We'll get it/ we'll get it


The

Stage is set for the proCeeding event, Start

Time's around nine/ I guess we'll go around ten/ Throw the

Promos in better and the Merchant will purchase/-the

First-to-the-Venue but the Last to get a sound check.

,Perfect image for the (Master of con)versation/-the

Kids attacking the entrance/ From the 'nauguration to the

Finish-they-liStening to the Headline & act/ so the

Goal is to expand the attention SPan enough for us/ we gotta

Get'em up in hits, leave the Opening act/ the under

Dogs' struggling with the misSion and humble Beginnings / be

Gin rehearsing the show, reCiting each line


,yo Procussions, five-miNutes to show time


Yo,

,Seven minutes aGO, my Arms fol(ded) eyes

Closed, Now all boarded by the Guy at the door-/I'm just2

Blow up with the sole of my feet,-feeling grounded in

Deed-I'm prison guard for the Rap that I breathe-/we pro

Ceed in the rant stage Right, only guided by the

Sound of a kick-wall Bricks red lights/ I'm see

(In’ a) (small) fight,in-Front row/the-blows get

(Thrown-exChanging-words-and-now It's) Under control/ clock is

Telling me it's quarter to Ten, I'm-telling Jay-that-I'm-rea

(Dy-but)-(Can't-re-Member)how the-Chorus-begins/ In my

Mind I got it almost Right, (and-just) (then, I hear a)

Voice-speaking into the Mic.


…go down

So right about now we got Mr. Jay, Rez & Maestro of the Procussions Ready to come out here and rock it for y'all

For real, you need to pack the front because these brothas… (fade


Here we go

Hey (hey), you (you), Out there, we Bringing it

Live, all you listening, Rise, so tell a friend that

We (we) just (just) Want to spread love (that's

All, The Procussions came to Do it for y'all (say)

(x2)

"Another day up in these labels of rap
And you're a battle MC, who swears that your style is fragrantly fat
Can't wait to hit the studio, disabling tracks
So everyone could hear your shit on turntables and DAT's
You put your single out, so now you're laying it back
'Cause everybody's screaming, "Yo son, your name's on the map!"
...
But prior to all the props and the street buzz
Nobody in your neighborhood could give a fuck who you was
Because they don't love you, they love what you stand for
The car you drive and the loot you got your hands on
That shit could end in a minute, any minute
And your driveway won't have all them Bentleys in it"