MIDI Street Flow

Yeah, checking the levels One two,

channel

ten on the track Load up the

bank (uh-huh)

Rolled out of bed with the monitor humming

Hex code clicking and the baseline strumming Floppy disk loaded with the

crisp snare crack Stacking sixteen tracks on the General MIDI back Grid

lines straight, not a beat misplaced Square wave cutting right through the

open space Got the polyphony locked at thirty-two voices Sharp rhymes carved

through deliberate choices

It's the ultimate MIDI back,

step to the program Rocking whole crowds without an ounce of hologram

(let's go) Crank the soundcard,

feel the synth strings ride Pure sixteen-bit power running deep inside

Panned to the left,

channel seven bright organ Chasing the hook like a treasure hunting fortune

No studio tape, just a beige plastic tower Spitting pure truth with

raw computing power Patch number one on the grand upright keys Dropping

cold bars that'll drop you to your knees Every syllable locked to

the clock generator From the basement room up to the elevator

It's the ultimate MIDI back,

step to the program Rocking whole crowds without an ounce of hologram (yeah!)

Crank the soundcard, feel the synth strings ride Pure sixteen-bit power running

deep inside

Take it down to the raw sequencing clock Just the Rhodes and

the bass line rocking the block

No filters needed when the composition speaks Running on repeats for days

and for weeks (watch it flip)

It's the ultimate MIDI back,

step to the program Rocking whole crowds without an ounce of hologram

(oh yeah!) Crank the soundcard,

feel the synth strings ride Pure sixteen-bit power running deep inside

File save, project done

Patch thirty-five shutting down

Yeah,

channel ten fade out (peace)