i dream about walking into a warehouse with vinyl in massive amounts that hasn t been touched jazz rock funk and such to come through in a clutch like a musical crutch to give my life some light on nights when my girl fights that s all you care about things that come and go my records are original soundtrack from way back reminded me to stay back the 92 hip hop the needle in the haystack the breakbeats on wax that kept me in an interested state to learn facts jump out and dig plates filling my crates appreciate originals who made it things move in cycles and hip hop is slated for a disco demise synthetic kicks and snares and keyboards ruling the charts are on the rise open your eyes my people lose your history ten years digging and half the shit s still a mystery so play out on my played out record i m on my way out you couldn t understand what it s like for the payout picking up the pieces of a musical puzzle one record at a time reconstruct write our rhymes spent all my living time trying to follow the line from south box ones and twos to drum machines that do the same damn thing i m a hip hop being and i don t take it for granted it s not yours to change even though it s been handed down so dig the sound people under the stairs are musically profound it s not yours to change even if it s handed down people under the stairs ll stay musically profound with the in every section tag team connection the bomb combo now every high hat kick snare is snatched off wax blowing chumps off like dust trust that we ll bust back strapped with extra stylus doubles of my favorite jam keep the compact disc on the dash and watch us smash this breakdown and everything s on the one you telling me no sampling i m telling you it s no fun fake bitch take this colored keyboard and shove it where you know it ll hurt hey y all ain t making no beats so why these record spots burnt collect celebrity cards and leave the vinyl for the people doing it staying in charge i talk to my records i don t loop em then abuse em they get a comfortable environment i m out buying it funky breaks psychedelic jazz and more what s this some hip hop ay yo show us the whole flow cause me and thes go for broke like gamble and huff keep the basslines meaty drumline rolls tough with the we produce like old farmers in the fields naturally without some punk asking me where s the cowbell triangle and all the fake scratching if it wasn t on the source or where we lifted it we rid of it keep your downloaded sounds in that disk drive before i call the funk mob and get to throwing 45s harder than your high producer remix and ain t one i ain t feeling none of these sissy beatmakers on the run i m bout to pack my record bags and take the show on the road continue to build rhythms keep the status shit cold hardcore no joke back spinning and winning truncating that weak shit you ain t making shit don t speak shit yeah  in every section tag team connection there s a lot of stuff out here yeah in every section tag team connection the bomb combo come back come back 