Corduroy Records. We got the wax beaded up
like some fat cords--danger--
music is high explosive. And we never let
the beats go derelict

...the posse cut is a computer click called
Dead Links: posse, crew, incorporated
into a flow
Exploratory, taking the laboratory to

the escalator. Never no hater
the elevator rock
it get it? Rocket like
a spaceship. Never quit

Never no flavor. Creative sparks fuel
poetry. Never no not me when
i e m c e e
rocking the top like a

brain freeze. Player please, get on my
Rocket. We got the funk heated up like some black
asphalt. And the water just beads up, on the
side streets. The steam ascends up to heaven forever

...and ever. Throw it in the melting pot
with the kitchen sink. Boil it, bless and brake it
but don't sweat it, we just serve it,
dubplate it, just press it, I stress it.
Just play it.