Intro

Brrr, stick 'em, ha, ha-ha, stick 'em, gonna brrr

Stick 'em, ha, ha-ha, stick 'em, gonna brrr

Stick 'em, ha, ha-ha, stick 'em, gonna rock the beatbox

In a fresh funky rhythm

Introducin', you might have heard

I've got a gift to write and spit cleverly placed words

So I present to you this database of soundscapes

On the same horizon as the extinction of tape

To saturate the rhythm of what's heard in your eardrum

To induce movement from the reverberations

Enough on that, take a seat up in your house

Or on the road goin' out, satisfaction guaranteed without a doubt

'Cause what's produced as a praise method may be a strange method

I bid peace to those who accept it

Without no further ado, I lend this product of my mind

And present to you, the fine