[Chorus]
Woke up, turned the drum machine on
Used my instincts to make a dope song (Yes, I'm on it)
Woke up, turned the drum machine on
Used my instincts to make a dope song
Woke up, turned the drum machine on (Yes I'm on it)
Used my instincts to make a dope song
Don't you ever [?] to me
You're looking at the toughest
[Verse]
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 it's got a lot to do with my art
I mix it up like 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 (On and on and)
But the MP haunts me nocturnally
So now I'm tappin' out beats 24/7
These drum 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 the music theory that God educates me with
(Yes, I'm on it)
[Chorus]
Woke up, turned the drum machine on
Used my instincts to make a dope song
Woke up, turned the drum machine on
Used my instincts to make a dope song
