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Beefheart started up his first band. 
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime." 
I was there. 
I was the first guy playing Daft Punk
Beefheart started up his first band. 
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime." 
I was there. 
I was the first guy playing Daft Punk
Beefheart started up his first band. 
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime." 
I was there. 
I was the first guy playing Daft Punk
I've got that mountain music in me
But not since I was born
I learned about it yesterday
From a CD-ROM

I've got that mountain music in me
I'll
the platinum Daytons
I'm not that BG popping all that junk
About "I'll fuck you up", he sound like a punk
I been there and done that, no inspiration
All day
I don't wanna sell yay
Get my door kicked in by the kkk
Shoulda said the police
Lookin for the quarter piece inside my caprice

from the tracks
This mathematical rhythmatical mechanism enhances my wisdom
? of Islam, keeps me calm
From doing you harm, when I attack, it's Vietnam
Through CD-ROM
Through CD-ROM, the mega bomb severs the ice in your charm 
Too late for Salaam, slugs rip through your arm 
Double lead arm supreme head some fled from
Give me the cue
Skip the introduction
Proceed the lip function
The junction get rushed by some grimy people busting weed
Splatter your melons like
the sax 
Me, myself I love to max 
Up in the studio laying tracks 
Burn it on the CD, melt the wax 
And now I'm feeling fine 
Coz daily music's on my
new york
To break it down to straight english, what the fuck you want?
Remember me? you punk fagot crab emcee
Get your shit broke in half for fucking
down for mine
Ill cat, slick talk, slang new york
To break it down to straight english, what the fuck you want?
Remember me? you punk faggot crab
Wonder summer
Makin tracks to Spank that ass like thank you, can I please have another
A number of hip hop lovers listen to my disc and discover
myself I love to max
Up in the studio laying tracks
Burn it on the CD, melt the wax
And now I'm feeling fine
Coz daily music's on my mind
And I feel mellow
the sax 
Me, myself I love to max 
Up in the studio laying tracks 
Burn it on the CD, melt the wax 
And now I'm feeling fine 
Coz daily music's on my
Aiyyo check dis check dat, MC El my shit fat 
Rockin off this bugged track, you say we're wack yo fuck dat 
Word to life I kick the hyper type ? my
own, just hard to conceive
That you on the right track, out pursuing that knowledge
But a few years back I couldn't see you in college
You was all out
[Verse 1]
Knight Lord Radio, held back by the Bay Bridge faded,
Trying to find Smiley's house, thank G-d we made it
Yo, blunts, broads and beats,
new york
To break it down to straight english, what the fuck you want?
Remember me? you punk fagot crab emcee
Get your shit broke in half for fucking
lookin' like a punk by the eyes
You know that ass hopin' that body still movin'
Never talk that shit till I get to the stage sooner
You never go huh you