Ms. Instrumental (feat. Lyricks)

Sam Ock(샘 옥)

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Picking up a pencil and a page full of staves

Melodies waltzing around in my head, rich shades

Piano licks are blue, while the drum rhythm is gray

I sit and I reminisce with my grand staff as my stage

And many nights while I find that my heart’s in tune

The harmony won’t plant, and the feelings won’t bloom

I guess that it’s my fault that I want beauty too soon

Instead of laboring hard from morning ‘til I see the moon

Counter-point, or together in one voice?

Palettes full of every kind of hue, got to make my choice

Rejoice or lamenting in the fragrance or the ventings

Of the mind that is unleashed onto a page unrelenting

I’m sensing a little sentimental-type song

Kind of like when the rain stops when the elements were strong

As I keep on pouring thoughts out onto little tiny black notes

I’ll rest, take a look around, show the colors of my soul and sing

Hello ms. Rhythm, may I be your mr. Blues?

Hold your hand in mine as they spin the 1’s and 2’s

Singing in my ear when I’m on the microphone

Perfect harmony, oh i’ll never be alone

I like the old school snare tap

“Tap of the back of the chair” rap

No microphone needed to hear that

I mirror that in my shows, in my jams

With my close group members, flow like fruit blenders

And I like you…But you knew that

Combine the two, let’s pretend like we could do that

Passion for hip-hop, passionate lover

One hand on the mic and your hand in the other

Can’t picture this? Then just work with me

Define this girl as the perfect beat

If you an MC then you know the feeling

One measure of the song and you blow the ceiling

Ms. Instrumental, you’re essential

Hard but gentle you’re the perfect tempo

Your diminuendos to your melodies

One look in your eyes and you melt the knees

And your bass is perfect, lips are soft

Snare is crunchy, kick is raw

Hands are worn, but I love it more

I hate small ones that never worked at all

And your drums are dirty, mind is clean

But you got a dark side like a minor key

Switch keys, even cut time right in half

Makes me ritardando the way you laugh, come on

Hello ms. Rhythm, may I be your mr. Blues?

Hold your hand in mine as they spin the 1’s and 2’s

Singing in my ear when I’m on the microphone

Perfect harmony, oh i’ll never be alone

The way that you talk to me, awkwardly

Makes me want to sing even if off a key

I’ll go, no care in the world right now

You’re the only one I want to impress

Lie down on the track lights out, mic’s now

Wet the bottom lip and we sing now

Shall we record, record…Shall we record?

It’s just you and me here in this booth

If I’m not in sync, you’ll always tell me the truth, you’ll tell the truth

She likes the way that I ride, switch up

Slow down something close and smooth

Pick it up again with a s-swing with a p-push

Making music in a way so true

You’re a masterpiece, I’m a nasty rapper

Capture me but at the end I catch you

Track you, freestyle to attract you

Grab you to the lab room then I ask you:

Hello ms. Rhythm, may I be your mr. Blues?

Hold your hand in mine as they spin the 1’s and 2’s

Singing in my ear when I’m on the microphone

Perfect harmony, oh i’ll never be alone

“I’m in love with ms. Instrumental”

You work me out, but I worked you too

Met you in the first verse, made love in verse two

Where’s verse three, yo we’re living it out

We’re still together, so we’re not finishing now

You and I got a whole song to be together

Let the melody and lyrics, not me, the letters

Bleed together, eventually become one

Nobody can ever touch this, one song

Forever, blow the ceiling

Ms. Instrumental, you’re essential

Hard but gentle you’re the perfect tempo

Your diminuendos to your melodies

One look in your eyes and you melt the knees

And your bass is perfect, lips are soft

Snare is crunchy, kick is raw

Hands are worn, but I love it more

I hate small ones that never worked at all

And your drums are dirty, mind is clean

But you got a dark side like a minor key

Switch keys, even cut time right in half

Makes me ritardando the way you laugh, come on

Switch keys, even cut time right in half

Makes me ritardando the way you laugh, come on

Hello ms. Rhythm, may I be your mr. Blues?

Hold your hand in mine as they spin the 1’s and 2’s

Singing in my ear when I’m on the microphone

Perfect harmony, oh i’ll never be alone