[Verse 1: Madlib]
A mister master don, hit you appaloosa structures
One-oh-one, like we up on some [?]
(How you do?) I eat, sleep, and drink vinyl
I'll probably be this way until the final (Days, nowadays)
It's getting hard to find the fat plastic
But I got my stacks, in case it gets drastic
We kickin', next shit, true heads
Cruise with the beats and flows, styles shed
AKA the Tascam Villain
Hide in the ceiling, imma duh, thee thrillin'
Original sound always come automatic
When you're dealing with the raw addict
[Verse 2: Madlib]
I keep my shit raw when I release the static
Even when I was young, I was a record addict
Collected loops on main street to eight
Melrose, searching for the fat blue plates
Me and DJ Romes always hit mad spots
Catch the record high, space out like astronauts
Only a few percent know what I'm talkin' about
Every place we go catch me up in the record store
But when I'm out, I'm bout to dissect
For example, I chop loose like hackers
And smoke green up in the bay, 'cause we loot packers
Always stay away from the whack beat jackers
Unoriginal clone mentality
Niggas keep it right or that'll be
The day when we switch up
Or change the pitch up
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