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The Lower Class "The Sound in the Soul"

Download The Lower Class new LP "Wingfield" Now: thelowerclass.bandcamp.com/album/wingfield Sponsors: Oh So Fresh | Apple Juice Break Download the song here:   / the-lower-class-the-sound-in   Director | DP: Matt Winslett Editor: Xavier Palin Uses scenes from The Glass Menagerie (1987 film) facebook.com/TheLowerClassMusic twitter.com/welowerclass welowerclass.com Lyrics: [Imagenius] The distant thunder clap of feeling so anxious The past of my mother's voice say I can't play this It was intriguing, all they did was tease me Pulling me like gravity to where all the G's be Hip Hop circles, pens, pencils hittin' table A shadow in the back feeling willing and able Believe me they acted like they didn't fuckin' see me But soon I'll be wearin' shades actin' like Stevie I made the rumble right but the feeling still missing Emulation never left room for my own creation No luck I was stuck in a rut then I listened My house vibratin' from the Swisha I was spinnin' And the sound still ringing in the present The thunder nod is distant but up close it's still pleasant Now til the day when I'm sittin' in the grave I'll feel the Earth quake, leave 'em shaking in the heavens [Hook: The Lower Class] Just wanted to grow Towards the idols that we know Cause the sound is in the soul singing (I can't get enough) So we chillin' on the low And we bout ready to blow As we roll up to the show hearing (I can't get enough) [Verse 2: Kartune] Homemade tapes stay revolving on cassettes played Had the Kid 'n Play taper cutting up on Saturday Too hype to stay in one place like Flava Flav in 88 The military brat of my culdesac Held back feelings for lack of dad led to pressures in my head So the needle scratching wax gave me spinal tap I grew spine in fact imitated my favorite tracks Mapped plans to make my mom prouder than fam of Kyla Pratt That's why I want to rap opposite emcees Who repeat empty meanings about dames chains and currency Lame shit was boring me to sleep Dreamed of being crowned by legendary kings of where stalagmites be I'm the seedling of cds labeled classics Bred to pass their word to masses while relaying the past tense Been tense worried that I'd never be shit But failure is not an option on Apollo's spaceship bitch [Hook] [Verse 3: Pliny Science] Of these lights can you see me lord? I can't afford A pearl to add on to this gate my fate is to the sword Or the pen as I begin to write my leaving score I press the feeling of the fallen to unbreathing hordes Whose stained arms with ink drip to represent Their royal status in the streets, no bowing to your excellence With cruel intent to cast the ones unfit and heaven-sent The moment that I knew if I's to rise I'd have to wreck this shit so Should I follow the roots of music to the East side A prehistoric prime of West's best in Jurassic 5 Lest I think west like the rest when I feel Chi Or stay at ground zero in the South to slow my state of mind I'll pack the Samsonite and consider myself a nomad And leave these ranks to show that, I'm making my name with my own brand To all of the people that told me I shouldn't have gone rap, kiss my gonads I'm hoping you'll see my name in the lights cause I can't get enough and won't go back (peace) [Hook]