歌詞

Woke up, turn the drum machine on Use my instincts to make a dope song Woke up, turn the drum machine on Use my instincts to make a dope song Woke up, turn the drum machine on Use my instincts to make a dope song (?) (You're looking at the toughest) The toughest musician in hip-hop history He's finally mastered the art of the MPC Not Preemo's drums, due to knowledge, due to change I go by Dwight Farrell as well as other names The creator has a master plan, I'm finding my part I know its got a lot to do with my art I mix it up like a Cuisinart when I hit play-start Section a new sound, make it all loop around For the vision 1.4 and S3000 I'm wide awake at 7 like Matsen But the MP haunts me nocturnally So now Im tappin' out beats 24-7 These drums machines is like cliffnotes, cause' I'm used to real notes On ebonies, and ivories, to make melodies with But these drum pads come in banks of sixteen So I flip these with music theory that God educates me with (Yes, im on it) Woke up, turn the drum machine on Use my instincts to make a dope song Woke up, turn the drum machine on Use my instincts to make a dope song
Writer(s): Dwight Conway Farrell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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