You Can't Do What I Do

You'd be better off, trading in your SP get a job

Cleaning the studio, you'd have better odds

Making beats in the betting shop while I bet on dogs

Cut the drums and let 'em drop

You struggle with a funkadelic chop

Pushing buttons like progressive slots

Put my hands in my pocket and let the instrumental knock

You spent your dough before the penny dropped

Fold your company, invest the lot on BLAH Records stock

Making beats like you're tryna punch in a dream

But I make a double LP in under a week

It's nothing to see

Business as usual like EPMD

I freak any BPM beat

Sprinkle something on it like I'm seasoning meat

It's difficult for you but it's easy for me

You don't loop how I loop

You don't play how I play

You can't chop what I chop

You can't say what I say

You don't loop how I loop

You don't play how I play

You can't chop what I chop

You can't say what I say

You may have blew your dough on a state of the art studio

But you can't use it though

I produce a whole album on a broken laptop with Fruity Pro

Heads that used to use cracked software and old computers know

It's not the equipment you got or how much skrilla you drop on a sequencer

It's either ill or it's not and it's not

You just got some investors, your whack

Regardless of how expensive your mix desk is

A Neumann won't make you a new man

I could loop Wham and make a beat for Wu Tang Clan

Me and this drum machine are a super group

You can't even loop the loop, step aside

Or even better hide, pulling out go go gadgets to leave a technophobe petrified

Access denied, you're not Leonard, S or Sly

Steez isn't something you can simply write a cheque and buy

You don't loop how I loop

You don't play how I play

You can't chop what I chop

You can't say what I say

You don't loop how I loop

You don't play how I play

You can't chop what I chop

You can't say what I say