Yo

I gotta have it like Cool C

Bout to tell you about it, just give me 33.3

Started way back when I was a chap

Copped the Lady B To The Beat 'Yall and that Spoonin' Rap

PSR turntables plus two receivers

Turn the volume up to blend in the Eddie Cheba, yep

I stepped it up when I befriended Cut Wizard

Every weekend we'd pay Jamaica Ave a visit

Music Factory was like crack to me

'Cause that vinyl? It's My Rock like Fantasy 3

From Davey D to the Ultimate Force

Freak L line for line to Terminator by Kid Frost

I was building up the crates

By then I couldn't stop it

In 86, when MC Marty Major whopped it

Alex and Jammy would play me the next hot shit

Like when the B-Boys dropped I had to cop it

Pretty red vinyl spinnin' round and round

We had the illy bass bottoms that would pound the ground

After school 'til the sun went down

Dominating Force Crew was in effect with that champion sound

Easy G moved down from the Bronx

Had us in PJs writin' raps is how we spent our days

My battles with R-Tees made me a rhyme beast

That was when I was the mastermind Just Divine, peace!

Fast forward twenty-five plus years, I reappeared as The Ox

Nothin' changed but the grey in my beard

Now

The Y Society helps with my sobriety

Keeps me all balanced when I'm feeling high and mighty

I write my rhymes down as a righty

But the left side of my brain recharges my creative side nightly

I'm crafty, smart, and keepin' it relevant

The way I convey wordplay is wise intelligent

Beats by TC with me on the raps, it's like that y'all

It's like that

Turntables - turn labels, say what, I used to try and get mine 'cause I thought I was fresh… cuttin' it up

Turn labels back and forth, and push stop-stop-stop on the tape