[Verse 1: Dell Prochard]
Back in the day, when I was
just a lil young'un on the
come up, bumpin' Biggie and
Dre, sundown to sun-up
People used to say ["that boy's a
lil’ bit strange"], they ain't
know he had that bass thump-thumping though his veins, like,
every since eleven I was
wrecking the frame, couple
decs later, s#!% ain't
change, graduated, bought a
couple decks, soon as I was
making some change, made some
tapes to blow the watts in your
Range....same time, me and my
man’s was doin’ jams up at the
Avalon, shit was cray,
we kept 'em crunk and steady
bouncin' like a ricochet
had the cops come break it
up once or twice, that's
when you know you doing it
right, so I was like
[“hmmm....”], s#!%, I could
do this for life, you gimme half a chance
a couple gigs a week might
make some meeting ends, but
half the industry a bunch a
bitch-ass [“nuhs”], the day-
job got your boy by the
ballz [“puh-pause”], So I
lean back, lay low
keep do the damn thang
chop, loop, sample,
tweak to make the drums bang
study by dissecting every-
thing and anything, losing
patience while I'm waitin’ in the
wings...

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["You know I’m straight trippin'"]
I decide if to bide my time,
I decide if it's time to shine
["You know I’m straight trippin'"]
And that time is now
["Gimme the mic so I can take it away!!"]
["You know I’m straight trippin'"]
I decide if to toe the line
I decided if to go for mine.
["You know I’m straight trippin'"]
Only way that I know how
["Gimme the mic so I can take it away!!"]
["You know I’m straight trippin'"]

[Verse 2: Dell Prochard]
To DC to jam a
wedding with my man Ron;
Flight to New York to
boogie with the Captain;
Big Jimmy got me
grooving at the House of Blues,
man I ain't got shit to lose,
time to let the monsta loose!!
Cuz everything has just been
building to this minute where I
figured that I'm finished waiting
for this life to give it up.
Tell 'em I don't give a what;
only thing that matters gon' be
getting all this crazy shit on
record for you kids to bump!!
So get it right from jump,
trust ya boy, you now
rocking with the real Mc-
Coy and that's a fact; every-
body in the place, g'head,
rush the floor, here's your
chance to make some god-damn
noise, so where you at? Diz my
love song to ya,
every thing I iz iz only
cuz of your support; every
party that you came to, every
mixtape that you bought, every
session that we rocked out, every
girly drink you poured, every
vocal, every chord, every
time you helped a brother pack a
dance-floor, window to the
wall, couldn't ask more
still in awe, swear to God I
thought that giving up was just a
given, but y'all? Y'all held the
door open a crack so I could
slip in ....

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