Lyrics
Letter ‘S’– co-written by Roberto Carlos and Tamara, , co-produced by Obe (www.myspace.com/obediyaw) Dec 2005 – May 7 2006 Lexicon appears courtesy of a-slam music productions, Tamara appears courtesy of herself Drop some science on these suckas/ Oh damn, shout out to Obe for supplying the instrumental, the sultan of sound EV the first son, scratching using Degidesign Syntronic, special guest singer Tamara, and myself the supreme rhyme spitta Lexicon, a-slam, letter S, Lets go!/ EV: See something, sign something Sell something, style something/ Singing songs sing strange stagnant syllables/ Street skids sound (sick)/ City shoes surround/ Scary city slaves see someone sitting sound (someone sitting sound )/ Safety ceases since she stops seeing/ Souls stay standing still seething (seeping)/ Smooth serpents sliding/ Selling stones shining/ Slowly circumventing/ Society’s siding/ So stand solid/ Speak stop swallowing/ Stages set so/ Stages set so say/ Stages set so say something/ So say something huh? A-slam, vancity, bring it back!/ Sucker emcees/ Stop messaging me/ Saying you’re suffused with skills/ Simply have insufficient means/ You sound stupid not stupendous/ Sorry excuse my Smith & Wesson/ Synonym for my sympathy/ To you’re solicit situation/ You’re stoked to be freestyl’en over my cell phone’s speaker phone/ Stoical on the other side, to your speech, is E.V. like I’m stoned/ Steady sacrifice is the source of my CD, studio, songs and shows/ Inspired by my mom, your syllabus only consists of getting boned/ Chorus (Solemn soldiers residing in Vancity)/ Tamara: Stop the staring x2/ these boys are tearing up the spot/ Lex: Slick stop/ Sick stop/ Every six seconds my style starts to switch/ Samurai sward slices seven standing swiss/ All you sucker emcees sound the same (So?)/ So similar songs are being sung shining shame ( yea switch it)/ Spanish soprano/ Savage staccato/ Sonically severing the scene silently (Lexicon)/ Serving the seeds science so superb you see (switch)/ Supreme, with my speech, I scream with the heat/ So sweet (that it) that it seems like Sazon when I speak (speak it!)/ My sniper smile smokes several stupid singers (stop)/ Self-righteous sedative assassinating sorry sinnas (sorry sinnas!)/ Chorus/ EV: I scribbled down the letter S, after listening to Saigon/ To shut up all you cynical self proclaimed superstars/ My speech standing sophisticatedly inside acoustic bars/ Swiftly sliding semi-tones in your conscience slitting severe scars/ I’m the start, some say The Beginning, significantly resonating/ My self-regulating sound unique as I am demonstrating/ Semi-professional seminary separating/ Semi-talented specimens from those emcees sick of serenading/ Wait, Wait, Wait, EV, EV, stop the beat, stop it. Gimme a moment of silence in the studio while I speak some real words. You’re the sultan of sound, this is a-slam, the essence of hip-hop, the letter s, I want you to come back but when you come back, come back strong, drop some science on these suckas/ I’m the start, some say The Beginning, significantly resonating/ My self-regulating sound unique as I am demonstrating/ Semi-professional seminary separating/ Semi-talented specimens from those emcees sick of serenading/ Geeyah, pull your socks up/ Stand-up, show love, admit you’re style is stagnant/ Sideline sceptics, my schematic you’ve been handed/ A-slam representing superb northern MC’s/ Solemn soldiers residing in Vancity/ This foo wants to do the whole alphabet, so we’ll be back, EV, Lexicon, a-slam!
