The King's New Clothes Were Made By His Own Hands

Just another tune, is it Just another sound Just another rhyme, is it Just another town Just another voice, is it Just another kiss Just another noise, is it Just another wish On the ground Grooves they come and flow Where they come from, down You should never know Each time you you play them You all couldn't find the notes Some friends they groove on you They haunt you like a ghost You can't sleep Always hear that beat It flow back to mind Every time you breathe Your friends hear your new song "Dawg that's it right there" But to their old beat man You won't let it compare It's just another beat Just another Just another Just another Just another In the air Far away from surround You think of that beat And you feel the taste of sound Heavy contemplations All fought with you at the time Faint now but somehow clearer Growin on your mind You dreamin, yet Participatin, but not yet doin it Distraction dictates things Of which you do inspire (Of that beat) Your friends be like "Wow" "That one beat's all of that, huh?" You wake your pride up, pull it out And then you act like "Nah, it's just another beat" Just another Just another