[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