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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