Ms. Instrumental

Picking up a pencil on a page full of staves
Melodies waltzing around, in my head rich shades
Piano licks are blue, while the drum rythm is grey
I sit and i reminice 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 till i see the moon

Counterpoint? Or together in one voice?
Ballads full of every kind of hue gotta make my choice
Rejoice or lamenting in the fragrance or the ventings
of the mind that is unleashed on to 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 into little tiny black notes
I rest, take a look around, show the colors of my soul and sing

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Hello Ms. Rythm. May i be your Mr. Blues?
Hold your hand in mine as they spin the ones and twos
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

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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:

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"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

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