It was a
Summer morning at the age of eighteen. I start the
Story in the shower singing "Microphone Fiend" Trying to
Figure my routine for the day. There's mad shit to
Do with no delay in preparation for this jam around the
Way. I'm stepping out the shower, crossing out the
Calendar, picking out the afro and pulling out the
Gear. I hear the same sounds every morning;
SportsCenter, the traffic, and Ma Dukes screaming in my
Ear. Dip, yet my thought slip, thinking that my
Plans just barely coincide with my money clip.
But get a grip cause by the end of the day bro. My
Pockets will be "aaaight", even before the crowd says
Ayo. I jet up to Lex. take the 6 to the
R. My journey wouldn't feel as far if I had a
car. 5 0 was there, so I paid my fair but I
Didn't care till he gave a glare. Who you trying' to scare.
I'm passing flyers to a crew of flyer sisters. A
Chicken from my past is acting crass so I had to dis her,
My head bops and my fingers pop till I reach my
Stop, then I mush my way through to the record shop.

CAN I GET IT ONE
TIME FOR THE SELECTOR. DOES HE COME
CORRECT IN YOUR SECTOR. IN DOORS OR AN
OUTSIDE JAM CAN I GET IT IF YOU
UNDERSTAND

As I exit stage
Right looking forward to the night it's official.
Imma have this party packed tight like toilet tissue what's the
Issue. I'm never coming' wack. We never lack the
Latest flavors keeping' crates stacked buying records by the
Pack. With my nap sack filled, I chilled on the
C train. Simple and plain let me explain. I
Had to check man G for his m i c. Cause the
Way we be , mine simply couldn't maintain. As
Usual, G was on C P time, but he came
Through with this mic, plus this beat I liked right, my next
Step was to transport the system lets see, between
Me and my peeps five deep we, still had no
Ride so I hailed the taxi. Since the yellows don't
Stop and it don't quit, you know we went gypsy.
Arriving on the scene at about 8:15, to the
Same routine; Some shiesty motherfuckers frontin' on my
Green. Never that naaameeen, check this out Black.
Fuck the bullshit cause Imma say this just once. I want the
Money we discussed last week, plus you paying for the
Ride I'll take the loot up front so don't front. Bro,
Put your check books away, no pay no J, no
J, no sound play, you make no profit understand. Plus your
Name was on the flyer so your rep will be dead. What he
Said? Not a thing he put the cash in my hand.

ONE TIME FOR THE SELECTOR. DOES HE COME
CORRECT IN YOUR SECTOR. IN DOORS OR AN
OUTSIDE JAM. CAN I GET T IF YOU
UNDERSTAND. CAN I GET IT ONE
TIME FOR THE SELECTOR. DOES HE COME
CORRECT IN YOUR SECTOR. OLD SCHOOL OR A
NEW SCHOOL JAM. CAN I GET IT IF YOU
UNDERSTAND

On the line
Perplexed fixed to flex, cause your far from next. And the
Next one to bump you from the back gets his chin checked.
But I don't know about that cause I'm already in and,
I got you grinnin' when you hear your favorite records spinnin'.
So fuck it, cause now your bouncing to the door, but if your
Riffin' with the bouncer you'll be bouncing of the fuckin' floor.
So if your mad at the security, "It don't mean
Jack to me, that's how it's supposed to be".
As I mix "Walk On By", over
Passing Me By. Everybody got a blunt but I'm
Contact high, off this fresh new wax. With the
Real Brown Sugar making eye contact.
React, what's the haps sis digits or excuses, I'm
Pulling out the pen, and she supplies the data,
Flava, but for now I got tracks to spin. So if you're
Staying' till the end we can handle this later.
Torturing the fader the Tech Twelve freaker. The
Bass from the amp shakes the sticker off the speaker. I
Don't claim to have the loudest sound in town, but from the
Inside, it felt like the ground shake from Lenox to
Bleeker. Circles form dance contest.
Most know how I do while the rest make request. But
Imma play what you wanna hear any way. So
Get your boogy on or parle.