[Chorus]Woke up, turned the drum machine onUsed my instincts to make a dope song (Yes, I'm on it)Woke up, turned the drum machine onUsed my instincts to make a dope songWoke up, turned the drum machine on (Yes I'm on it)Used my instincts to make a dope songDon't you ever [?] to meYou're looking at the toughest[Verse]The toughest musician in Hip-Hop historyHe's finally mastered the art of the MPCNot Preemo's drums, due to knowledge, due to changeI go by Dwight Farrell as well as other namesThe creator has a master plan, I'm finding my partI know it's got a lot to do with my artI mix it up like like a Cuisinart when I hit play/startSection a new sound, make it all loop aroundFor the Vision 1.4 and S3000I'm wide awake at 7 like Matsen (On and on and)But the MP haunts me nocturnallySo now I'm tappin' out beats 24/7These drum machines is like cliffnotes, 'cause I'm used to real notesOn ebonies and ivories to make melodies withBut these drum pads come in banks of sixteenSo I flip these with the music theory that God educates me with(Yes, I'm on it)[Chorus]Woke up, turned the drum machine onUsed my instincts to make a dope songWoke up, turned the drum machine onUsed my instincts to make a dope song
