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 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) 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