i got more beats you know theres no one finer you know theres no one finer motherfucker i know a lot of spots that i aint putting you up on you know theres no one finer you know theres digging in the crate all the time digging in the crate right on we got forty crates black plates rare grooves breaks no 78s vietnam era united states american funk private label on major turntables sunken treasures thats in the 4 4 measures now lifes only pleasures is digging i do it often so when i die dont cry put my records in a coffin and bury me next to a very big tree with my mpc so they wont warp as a corpse remember me as a daily beat digger that figured out better ways of tracking down vinyl like working at rhino in the good old days when the pay came raised the notch new spots friends with owners under counters digging through the new box 45 shoebox to understock rock records before gas wood and glass fuck it ill walk for weeks and sacrifice heats looking for beats that coalesce with chronic like this here 45 on microtronics new spots harmonic to sonic enhance my life my records are my children my ancestors and my wife theyre there for me carefully picked and never bit my record karma stays stronger than the record by the biz i known places you dont did places you wont yo fuck a loop digger in my city man just stay home you see me by a pay phone on normandie and king dont wonder why as you drive by im doing one thing head down studying my music like schroeder daily digging dust missions wearing out my motor fingers full of warts back aching arch support failing two hours to a new spot fuck it we still bailing in my ride digging worldwide bringing heritage home reconnaissance innosense renaissance elements evidence of long lost musical intelligence big picture relevance digging in the crate the only way my life makes sense im two weeks late paying my rent im digging out the past and the present and now my fucking moneys being spent the only way my life makes sense im two weeks late paying my rent im digging out the past and the present the only way my life makes sense i get my records insured before the life coverage up in my room all day yall say im on some other shit digging through the blue grey yellow and green crates like ive never done it before got records scattered on the floor got records hanging on the wall and in my bathroom too got stacks up in the hallway let me put this another way yo i dont give a record dealer nothing but cold cash and a hard time pats on my back cause now im doing fine vinyl is like food fool i need it to live my fingertips been touching wax since i was a small kid and ever since i been a big double its kinda bad i sit and just listen to all the money that i had i drop ten on some smoke you know where the rest goes more money to listen to never dressing for the hoes fuck clothes dvd or holiday and real estate relationships and bullshit ay yo im digging through the crates  digging for shit then im going back ha hey thes we cooling out right here boy yeah hey alright aw fuck it man ive seen it all it dont matter man it aint worth it its all good aw whats that right there ha ha thats why im going digging man no more you remember in cali when i grabbed one of your we threw em up yo we was in hollywood right wes in hollywood i grabbed him up you took his gold he aint do nothing we still got the gold to this day we taxed the kid yo man i aint never been we taxed him we gonna tax him again and again so just keep your mouth closed i aint never been taxed before1
['alternative hip hop', 'hip hop', 'jazz rap']