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Artist: PRhyme f/ Ab-Soul, Mac Miller
Album:  PRhyme
Song:   Dat Sound Good
Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com 

[Intro: DJ Premier scratching sample of Joell Ortiz]
"Dat sound good right there"
"Dat sound good"
"Dat sound good right there"

[Royce Da 5'9"]
Yeah...
I'm just a, ju-, I'm just a, I'm just a
Yeah, I'm just a, I'm just a

I'm just a regular chillin with thugs and legends
I got deceased contacts in my phone I never delete, I keep my cellular plugged into Heaven
Somebody nudge the reverend
Tell him I'm sellin a white girl like I'm Starbucks, Uggs and leggings
All of these hugs and kissy emojis killin my 4G
All of these soldiers killin 'em fo' me
I told 'em to chill but still I'm a O.G.
Wish I could go back in time and keep it real with my old lady
I asked would she rather deal with adultry
or would she rather deal with my cold feet
That's a wild question
May the best man win and may I be the best man that I could be everywhere I'm at but my wedding
Get live rounds from guns that are gigantic
Cause you wouldn't bow down like the front of the Titanic
You're gonna die damn it
I'm bringin drama through your "homicidio" like I'm tryin to say "homicide" in Spanish
My nigga Joell Ortiz said

[Chorus: DJ Premier scratching]
"Dat sound, good"
"Dat sound, good right there"
"Dat sound good right there"
"Dat sound good, right, right, right there"
"Dat sound, good right there"

[Ab-Soul]
Check, I'm in tip-top condition
Mm, just gotta keep the passion

Yo, I'm in tip-top condition, with a hustler's ambition
I'm sick of hip-hop, I should be in the damn kitchen
whippin, somethin potent for the chosen clientele
All the smoke that I inhale, I'm 'posed to be high as hell
But that's a twisted figure of speech, Hell is below you
I'm guaranteed Heaven before I'm beneath the soil
Toil with the squad, that's how you get sent to God dawg
You know it's backwards to go against God, dog (damn!)
Whoever gets a whiff of the base is loaded like the World Series
Steve Jobs died, now the world Siri's
("I respect you") And that's serious as a heart attack
I'm an ancient artifact, we question if your art is fact
In fact, you gassed up like you hard to match
Leave you ablaze; extinguish your remains
I'm the leader of this game, old school or new
Old +Soul+, but my shoes is new
Yo, yo... SOUL!

[Chorus: DJ Premier scratching]
"Dat sound good right there"
"Dat sound good right there"
"Dat sound good right"
"Dat sound good right there"
"Dat sound good, right"
"Dat sound good right there"

[Mac Miller]
Yeah, a bunch of poison in my blood stream
Now it's gettin ugly; I must be another junky
How lucky am I to still be alive? I'm goin crazy
Bought a Mercedes with money I raised for Haiti
Abducted Brenda's baby, sold it to a gay couple
Take drugs, too high enough to juggle with some space shuttles
Your worst nightmare, breathin all the white air
Inhale, exhale {"Dat sound good right there"}
Yeah, the unforgettable, walkin bicentennial man
Born an idea, was never a man
I'm with Ab-Soul the asshole, Nickel-Nine and Premo
Shit, Larry Fish', he brought the technicolor dreamcoat
{*hach-ptu*} I'm spittin on the face of evil
You internet rappers with no matter, I delete you
I ain't human, more a movement of illusions
Live from confusion, if you see 'em shoot 'em
Boom

[Outro: DJ Premier scratching]
"Dat sound good right there"
"Dat sound good, right"
"Dat sound good, right, th-th-th-there"
"Dat sound good right there"
"Dat sound good"
"Dat sound good right there"