A throwback joint, this song has existed in one form or another for approx 20 years. First with The Fortified Committee as “Solar Eclipse” and then turned into a solo rap by J.Dreamer and altered a bit to play with Dirty Sanchez. This is one of those handful of songs that I have where a bunch of bands around actually know the beat so I can play the song live. Some of my favorite raps of all time. Find all of the links here:
Surround Sound Stereo Lyrics
If I lost my lighter right now I’d be broke and fucking smokeless
But I’d still have the power to appeal to the hopeless
Squint to take focus it’s getting out of range
Every time we make a beat it’s a little more deranged
And it’s strange like a crowd that would gather around
To a big set of speakers with some kids getting down
And if my mind shapes the way an emcee tapes
I’m blazing it up to get high as the stakes
That takes control of where my freestyle goes
Walk a straight line but I stub many toes
And I’m supposed to do a whole lot of shit
But I’m so far behind that I might as well quit
And realize reality is different on coke
Read between the lines and you’ll get the fucking joke
And recognize that stripper chicks is where it’s at
And that’s the way we do it ’cause it’s like that
And it goes without saying that we represent our area
Heard all around like surround sound stereo
Best case scenario we get blown back
Ten years to the past of when we bought that sack
And react to old times when rhyming was an art form
Debating life stories with the stage as a platform
Live life fucking both of my wives I treat ’em right
Keep it shining so bright I’m bringing dawn at midnight
We got it going on
’cause we’re in surround sound stereo
let ya know that we we got it going on
’cause we’re in surround sound
If you can’t see us then you gotta be blind
Maybe your eyes are blood shot from the kind
If you can’t hear us then you gotta be deaf
’cause we ripping on the mic ’till we rip our last breath
And it’s fresh the level of confidence that we stress
Every time this beat hits your fucking chest
Environment shapes the way an emcee turns out
If all you do is blaze son of course you gonna burn out
That’s common sense and a little ill logic
Got a dollar bill burns a hole in my pocket
Played pool for five bucks and lost my life savings
This is what my parents call misbehaving
But we saving the universe with every single verse
The writing’s on the wall but they calling it perverse
Won’t stop ’till they say that Lakeside’s the best set
And Left-handed Jacker gets his own fucking tech deck
It goes without saying that we represent our area
Heard all around like surround sound stereo
Best case scenario we get blown back
Ten years to the past of when we bought that sack
And react to old times when rhyming was an art form
Debating life stories with the stage as a platform
Live life fucking both of my wives I treat ’em right
Keep it shining so bright I’m bringing dawn at midnight
We got it going on
’cause we’re in surround sound stereo
let ya know that we we got it going on
’cause we’re in surround sound