[kannon]

good lookin out



plug in the a/c, power up the direct drive
blow the dust off of the vinyl and let's ride
put the needle in the groove, that crackle is my cocaine
thirty three and a third, revolutionary dope game
start with something basic... rakim, or g rap
de la, and wu-tang, whatever will make 'em react
a break beat for the b-boys, get the huddle to move
master the fader, behind the back, juggle the loops
my sound is my identity, there isn't much past that
my crates and my backpack. transformer and crab scratch
layer the samples when they start to want something more
vocals all chopped up like veggies on a cutting board
twiddle, tweak and drill, then the lingo gets morbid quick
cut, stab and drag... but I ain't talking bout a horror flick
tape mixed, been going in just about an hour now
click off the record button, unplug and power down

throw the tape in my duffle bag, head into the restaurant
apron on, hair net, so I dont have to stress a lot
makin the money to fund my dreams is what I gotta do
even if seeing me in this outfit is comical
rolling silverware and then im marrying the condiments
cant stop the hustle, rule number one, thats common sense
gotta make ends meet, serving patrons is the basis
business or pleasure, i'm turning tables til i make it