Hi-hat, hi-hat,hi-hat, hi-hat, kick, kick, kick, clap, kick, clap, kick, clap, shaker, shaker. 

I used to live on Broke Avenue, now I’m moving towards middle class. Pussy galore now, used to catch little ass. They always told me: “Yo, this rap thing, it’ll pass.” Now it brings me cash and people wanting my autograph. I know I ought to laugh, but yo I take it serious(ly). I mean years from now I still want people to be hearing this. In it for the fame? Huh, you delirious? Look at this wack industry fooling me of schooling me that I need to be something I don’t really need to be? See, I’m like LL Cool J in the eighties, respect from the hiphop fans and love from the ladies. It’s probably because I treat songs like babies. I birth them, then nurse them through every new verse man, man. 

And that’s how it goes every time I hear a rhythm I just start to flow.