Madlib turn the strings up. My knuckleheads, put them things with the beams up. You won't need your heat this time around. I spits fire, it's like the rhymes are rounds.
Aight now I'm tryin to get this money man. We gotta, get this plan, we gotta make this shit happen right man. Knahmsayin? Don't fuck shit up. Right? AIGHT?! God damn!.