Each and every day when I come home from school. Like clockwork I go up into my bedroom. I secure the door and it's the moment of truth. I flip on my sound system and let the bass loose.
*hip-hop*. *chance to rock*. *Jeff waz on the beat box*. . There was a party the other day. Around my way. They asked if me and Jeff would play. We said okay.
(This is how it goes). . Give me your attention, stop what you're doin and listen up. Because my partner in rhyme is about to tear it up. Jeff, is if someone said that your beats don't excite.