This is how it goes, welcome one and all to the show! We're wired up, fired up, fuc.kin' ready to go. In the back of the parking lot, outside of the bar, twenty deep, twenty feet from the boulevard. Black critics, black caps, black labeling glasses. Previewing the new sh.it before all the masses, cuz the first thing I need when I got a new beat is to see how it sounds like the wind on the street. just take it for a spin, pop the CD in, slide it up to ten and get that rear-view shakin' it.