Late at night when I need to pass time,
A day of kids or kids in classes
so I'll pass this recognition
Searching for beats becomes
Flick the switch and the feedback pops,
never swap my set for an iPad dock.
Select some wax from the stacked up racks,
survey the scene like I'm using
put the wax on the platter,
switch up the bass for a sound
Cans on ears and I'm ready
The year's 87, I know you got soul
Passing time as I nod my head
Read another story, a glass of milk
Then back to the beats, the smoothest silk
it's in a run -out groove
Classic cold chilling is the order of the day
Shan or Kane, can't decide which
Beats are getting louder,
Drop the needle in the neck, slice the
To the back of the sack lies a
From Grandmaster Flash to the Funky 4
Tonight it's the cold crusher,
Weekday, weekend, that's what I need
with some brand new beats
Hit stop on the deck and pull out a sheet
Pen to paper, words to line,
It grows like a shoot coming out of a seed,
germinating a funk, I nurture and breed
Take a pause, sit back in a seat,
the year's 83, I found the perfect beat
Nod of my head as I hear the door slam,
instead select beats and pull out a slice
back to the beats to which I've
So much choice so much to play
I shut myself away take a pause
Then select a tune hold no hostage
arrest the room arrest my mind so reminds
I'm on a natural high sit back
and pen the last line years
2012 the late -night rhyme