I make music to roll to, the kind of music that holds you

Music to set your goals to music that blows you away

Music to start your day, music to melt all your problems away

I make music to get high to, music that get all up inside you

Music to tell the truth to music to lie to

Music your can't live without music your friends talk about

Music like m&m's that probably melt in your mouth

I make the kind of music people make love to

Music that people hate to, The kind of music b-boys can break to

I make music that skateboarders on the grind can skate to

Music that you could jump in a lake to

I make music for the cassette deck and music for the CD

Music for turntables and for the TV

Music with acapellas and music with instrumentals

Music for brains in the back seat of your rental. 

I make music


Turn round push up the sound and play that

Song for me mista deejay now stay back

Watch me mash up the dancehall the way blacc

People dem get down you know we a play at

Every pan beat and jump up dem a set up

Dance till me sweat up and me whole body wet up

Anyone who holding up on de wall dem a betta 

Feel the mic checka stand up when I say get up


Eeny meeny miny moe

Music gets up in my soul

Make me wanna wiggle my toe

Make me wanna bust a flow


What would you do if there was no music

Would you make it through the day or would you start to lose it

I know that I'd probably go crazy

Music makes my mind clear without it I go hazy

Play me a sad song eyes get teary

Play me a happy song and I'm getting cheery

Give me a guitar and I'll be strumming it

Sing a Negro spiritual and I'll start humming it

When I hear a fat beat yo I get to dancing

When I make a dope beat I buckle up my pants and

Buckle up my shoes and, head to the studio

Because I be dropping shit just like a boody hole

Whether it's jazz or funk or soul music

Folk songs, rock and roll I'm gone use it

Beebop, gospel, sample it loop it

Bang them drums and make them sound stupid


I make music for the rich and for the poor in the street

Music for heads who buy music instead of something to eat

I make music with a pencil or pen

A crayon or a Krylon I make music no matter when

I make music when I walk on the street and shuffle my feet

I make music in my dreams and when I'm falling asleep

I make music because I have to The kind of music that grabs you

Music that people cry to music to laugh to

Music for racing crews on the highway to crash to

Music for real niggas in the street to mash to

Music to blast to and music to make peace to

Music to break the peace so you could pull out your heat to

Music for the niggaz who make music too 

And most of all I make the music for you