Sync Different

How That Sound

Lyrics by Mattic & Beat by Chomsky


So now you to the point that you done seen some shit and you can't get it out of your mind you get sick.
Folk tales to pick or street stories, cause rhyming bout yourself eventually turns boring.
I remember the night like it was morning
Kat out of line, the vision rewinds
He was trying to be about it like most rappers today, but around 3:30 the ground he laid.

And his eye's seen the black of the night like gun fights
Now ah days, that's how they play
Trying to impress a woman that ain't part of my world
Grab the wrong one straight by arm, gave her a twirl

She gave a shook look and then a right hook.
Drink crashed the floor, he like this whore.
Got the nerve to touch my face without giving a taste
now in the corner, I heard another glass bottle break.

Glass started to spread like people in the crowd
It was quite for a second, but dude was getting fowl.
Guess it had to be her boyfriend hiding his hands and step to him.
Some people in the background said to him.

They talk for a few, and before I knew
the brother from the corner pulled hands out and smacked dude.
He pause for a minute and said this kat is finish
Snatched out the gun, while homeboy run'ed.

I was like Dam
Son lets break out and shake out.
Running back patterns as bullets they start unraveling
outside one through the chest just like a javelin.
Thick blood in the soil like Havoline oil.

The kid laid in soil, half paralyzed
Fronting in clubs unorganized
Get euthanized like canines in Dog pounds.
20 years old and bowed up in the ground.

(chorus)
Now how that sound
When you get knocked Down
How that sound
When they let go rounds
From your country all the way to uptown
You might get found, man How that Sound ?

Lord have ya seen Johnny Aberdeen

dis man's really amazin'

in three piece suit or jeans

he's in I magazine, on every tele screen

goin' whey no man no man has been

behind da scene oh behind da scene!

Ah wish dat I could be as righteous as Johnny

don't care 'bout di money, di gals or di glory

mi know de time will tell

if Johnny gone a hell or if Johnny's singin' wid angels!

Breddas and sistas do you remember

Aberdeen's last letter, him died of strong fever

di month was decemberbut who know di hour?

goin' whey no man no man has been

behind da scene oh behind da scene!

Ah wish dat I could see a good man like Johnny

don't care 'bout di money, di gals or di glory

Johnny never grow old, he had di heart of gold!

Traditional song from South Africa