The King's new clothes were made by his own hands

Just another tune, is it
 Just another sound
 Just another rhyme, is it
 Just another town
 Just another voice, is it
 Just another kiss
 Just another noise, is it
 Just another wish
 On the ground
 Grooves they come and flow
 Where they come from, down
 You should never know
 Each time you you play them
 You all couldn't find the notes
 Some friends they groove on you
 They haunt you like a ghost
 You can't sleep
 Always hear that beat
 It flow back to mind
 Every time you breathe
 Your friends hear your new song
 "Dawg that's it right there"
 But to their old beat man
 You won't let it compare
 It's just another beat
 Just another
 Just another
 Just another
 Just another
 In the air
 Far away from surround
 You think of that beat
 And you feel the taste of sound
 Heavy contemplations
 All fought with you at the time
 Faint now but somehow clearer
 Growin on your mind
 You dreamin, yet
 Participatin, but not yet doin it
 Distraction dictates things
 Of which you do inspire
 (Of that beat)
 Your friends be like "Wow"
 "That one beat's all of that, huh?"
 You wake your pride up, pull it out
 And then you act like
 "Nah, it's just another beat"
 Just another
 Just another