… I step up, my chests up,
Breath control, holding it in, face red like ketchup,
... I always bring it to you, never let up,
As many times I fell down, it’s one more to get up,
… And suffer with the pain, get back to it,
… Been rhyming longer than peeps watching Bachelorette,
… Dropping a new album, immaculate,
Conceived rhymes, excited by all the tracks you get,
… … Yes I’m a new kid and an old timer,
… Making beats, sift through them like a gold miner,
… I’m trying to shine a little, make your head nod,
… Energetic like punk but with the amp off,
… I’m low key, grinding like a pepper grinder,
… Every day I focus - getting better, well, kind of,
… Who has time for all the time it takes,
For all the time I put in, this is the rhyme I makes. You know?

The Process

… I fire up the One, get some samples going,
Find something wow like a crossover with ankles broken,
… Something that makes you take a step back,
Get my rump shaking like Wrex-n-effect is back,
… Then slice it and change it and loop it,
The break has to Give It Up sort of like Troop did,
… And layer drums, to get it right is magic,
If something stands out … well I ain’t having it,
… I’m all about the flow and feel,
If I can’t listen for hours to a loop it gets peeled,
… Next is percussion or sound effects,
Something to break up the musical boundary checks,
… Something that stands out, enticing,
Taking notice like putting the crown on a right king,
… Organize it, arrange it, and let it,
Stay [in] a folder on your desktop til you forget it. That ain’t right.