Ok

We produce more fresh than your local supermarket
Pump the pedals turning keys when we get it started
Kinetic energy when we shock with the static
Electrocuting mics and beat a verse something tragic
Stop the vinyl press keep it fresh breaking records
The L on the cuts to make the mix feel better
With raining KO blazing bars in the flames
The writings on the wall better check them rap tapes

All I do is make beats, write rhymes and stay home
Eat sleep ish uff and rip microphones
I don't own a studio I just have a room
I share it with my wife and kids they use that shit too
There're toys on the ground
Records laying everywhere
Yo I'm just saying you better be prepared
To step on a lego or a leggo'd eggo
Spending hours of my time wondering where'd my day go
And when it's time to rock it
I climb right in the closet
Running chords from the floor into a few computer sockets
It's okay go ahead and gossip
Even I laugh too but keep coming up with hot ish

I'm a beat making maniac that's a plain stated fact
Drums get layered stacked soft attacks faded back
Loops get lopped and chopped up
12 bar mock ups for the crew all mixed with a soft touch
I keep it pro you know how the saying go
Devil finds work for idle hands I'm always playing though
Drum pads love me no sequence is above me
Old becomes new when I touch it lovely
And it doesn't even matter where the source comes from
It's the art I'd be sampling betamax if I had one
Or play it live hot right through the mic drop
Banging out phrases like chill night piano chops