(Yeah)

Chapter 1, I was a Rock fan

I knew The Police before they had Roxanne

And then I heard Ringo in the Octopus's Garden

So pardon this Hip Hop thing, it's just startin’ (Yes)

And now it's me upon the stage

I took out my letter and wrote on the first page, Like Jimmy

But John Bonham was my fave

And there's no other percussionist that I rather be

He hit loud, louder than a factory

And gave me a Stairway to Heaven simply thru the beat

I clapped on for Eric, because he had the cream

I'm a Foreigner, but I'm familiar with my Journey

This is the Genesis of all my dreams

I'm a boss, I Springsteen a 16

There's nothing else that ya'll can tell me (Who's next)

This is my Bohemian Rhapsody

And we just want to Rock now

Throw your hands up, throw your hands up, high

And we just want to Rock now

Throw your hands up, throw your hands up, high

And we just want to Rock now

Throw your hands up, throw your hands up, high

And we just want to Rock now

Throw your hands up, throw your hands up, high

Chapter 2 was a different avenue

I was a Fighter cuz I listened to the Foo

Tried to reach Nirvana but my Soundgarden boo

Radio was in my Head when Pablo Honey blew

Red Hot Chili Peppers had sex to the magic

Under the Bridge, is where I found Lenny Kravitz

It was Sublime, the way Bradley went at it

Died at such a young age, too bad that he was an addict

No Doubt, now I'm trying to figure out

311, when I was 7, but where they at now?

So I turned it upside down

Didn't play with Guns-N-Roses cuz I was a Sweet Child

Eddie Vedder taught me how to sing in style

But Michael Jackson was the one that made me feel bad (Who's Bad?)

I send my condolences to his fans

The thrill is not gone cuz I can feel it deep within

Yeah, ay yo

Chapter 3, it's back to the beats

This is when I learned how to rap in my sleep

LL was Cool, cuz he ran with DMC

Nas was Illmatic, but first, he was Nasty

Wu-Tang's my favorite, 36 Chambers was the greatest

Method brought Pain to the brain, If

I only had a wish, it would be

To share my Roots with the world, and that is Mos Def

Or Common Sense, I love Biggie the best

He makes me want to rhyme like a vet, till I had no breath

The Chronic was a classic

NWA with the West Coast & fashion

I'm a Prodigy like Havoc

A Beastie Boy on the mic, nobody wants to have it

Outkasting, Slim Shady makes me practice

And this is all fact, it’s the picture that I paint

On the canvass

Sean Carter is the madness

I had no reasonable doubt that Jay was the master

And this is something that I'm after

To be the first artist to write the 4th Chapter

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