"Beat Box" as written by and Yoni Gileadi....
Austin how you all feeling.
Like this, Like this.
It?s the music that grows all the illusion and fears.
It?s the music that makes the confusion become clear.
It?s the music that I live, these 18 years.
It?s the music I give my blood, sweat, and tears.
Not to mention some lifer,
Did I mention I like her?
Then the rest of the cipher man it?s not hard to decipher.
Music gets people hyper,
Music made me a riper.
Music made me a fighter.
Yo man, pass me the lighter.
It?s the fire that igniter, shot it right in the sky.
Look me right in the eye.
Hey yo kid, you want to fly.
The why-o, the n-ya, from N.Y. to egg white.
You cannot deny so why even try.
My mother sang songs to kids in concentration.
His mother sang songs inside the cotton plantation.
Her mother sang songs while we were robbin the nation.
Now I sing songs for much more then an occupation.
I am the music.
We are the music.
I am the music.
You are the music
Austin is the music.
Texas is the music.
We are the mu-sic.


Yo I take two steps forward.
Taking one step back.
Every time I think I am on track, Life fades to black.
Now I pick the slack and attack faster then a rapper on crack.
Feel my knack and just spit.
I bet there?s more triplets 'cause rap has hit vicious.
My style is more delicious the eggnog.
You wish this kid would vanish, so?s his family,
And my spirit needs fitness, that why I flip this.
Yo so I held back the life and blown and feeling.
Alright surprising people 'cause I drowned last night.
Here I am one more time,
My rhymes are at your shine.
I?m ripping over ribbons life swimming through time.
Sit back in unwind,
Let your brain unravel.
Slip sliding away like travelin on wet gravel,
Ain?t no need to battle if need be, yah..



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"Beat Box" as written by Yoni C. Gileadi Yoni Gileadi

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    General Commentthe corrected lyrics:

    -YONI-
    Austin how you all feeling.
    Like this, Like this.
    It's the music that throws all illusions and fears.
    It's the music that makes the confusion become clear.
    It's the music that I lived, for 18 years.
    It's the music I give my blood, sweat, and tears.
    Not to mention saliva,
    Did I mention I’m liva?
    Then the rest of the cipher man it's not hard to decipher.
    Music gets people hyper,
    Music made me a writer.
    Music made me a fighter.
    Yo man, pass me the lighter.
    It's the fire ignited shinning bright into the sky.
    Look me right in the eye.
    Hey yo kid, you want to fly.
    The y-o, the n-i, from MI to NY.
    You cannot deny so why even try.

    -MATISYAHU-
    My mother sang songs in camps of concentration.
    His mother sang songs outside the cotton plantations.
    Her mother sang songs while we were robbin their nation.
    now I sing songs for much more then just my occupation.
    I am the music.
    We are the music.
    I am the music.
    You are the music
    Austin is the music.
    Texas is the music.
    We are the mu-sic.

    -YONI-
    Yo I take two steps forward.
    Taking one step back.
    Every time I think I am on track, the light fades to black.
    Now I pick the slack and attack faster then a rafter on crack.
    Feel my knack and just spit it
    I let them words driplets cuz rap’s hit vicious.
    My style is more delicious then eggnog.
    You wish this kid would vanish, souls is famished,
    And my spirit needs fitness, that’s why I flip this.
    I held back the life and just blown and I’m feeling.
    I write surprisingly because I drowned last night.
    Here I am one more time,
    My rhymes are meant to shine.
    rhyme ripping over rhythms like swimming through time.
    Sit back and unwind,
    Let your brain unravel.
    Slip sliding away like travelin on wet gravel,
    Ain't no need to battle if need be yeah

    not sure about a few of the words, but it is mostly correct.
    evl_kitti_37on May 25, 2006   Link
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    General Commentyou got the names all mixed up and i believe "rafter on crack" is "rapter on crack"

    this song is real.
    underground_jubon February 22, 2007   Link
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    General Commentthe first two paragraphs are yoni and the last one is matis, but anyway the beatbox is sick and matis' freestyle at the end is absolutely insane
    stp1993on December 03, 2007   Link
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    General CommentThe song is about the power of music. I think yoni did the first verse and matis did the last two, because matis ancestry would not have been on cotton plantations and yoni's could have been.

    My mother sang songs in camps of concentration.
    His mother sang songs outside the cotton plantations
    Spudlyon October 01, 2008   Link

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