Lyrics
Woke up, turn the drum machine on
Use my instincts to make a dope song
Woke up, turn the drum machine on
Use my instincts to make a dope song
Woke up, turn the drum machine on
Use my instincts to make a dope song
(?)
(You're looking at the toughest)
The toughest musician in hip-hop history
He's finally mastered the art of the MPC
Not Preemo's drums, due to knowledge, due to change
I go by Dwight Farrell as well as other names
The creator has a master plan, I'm finding my part
I know its got a lot to do with my art
I mix it up like a Cuisinart when I hit play-start
Section a new sound, make it all loop around
For the vision 1.4 and S3000
I'm wide awake at 7 like Matsen
But the MP haunts me nocturnally
So now Im tappin' out beats 24-7
These drums machines is like cliffnotes, cause' I'm used to real notes
On ebonies, and ivories, to make melodies with
But these drum pads come in banks of sixteen
So I flip these with music theory that God educates me with
(Yes, im on it)
Woke up, turn the drum machine on
Use my instincts to make a dope song
Woke up, turn the drum machine on
Use my instincts to make a dope song
