Experimentation building new classification, I checking station after station getting hit wit' light abrasion. Cause your wasting time, were making a stance, tired of heads not taking a chance, music’s for much more than dance: history, culture, roots like plants. Check out my jazz I'm boppin' hard, traditional to avant-garde. Rebirth of cool it never died, damn I wish Miles was alive, woulda blown on amen breaks in 95 with Bukem by his side. This ain't no jive, just funk like Stone, Punk like Pistols, sine like tone. Mind has grown past loons and lawns, feel better than e-headz gone till dawn. Ya'll know my song just strong beats cut, bassline heavy, 20k juice, run em' through a few plugins boost x2, run em' through a few x2, ugh, ugh... My DSP symphony be something of a mystery, technology no PC piece of crap, peace M-A-C. Word A-T-A-R-I ST, in my drive C-U-B-A-S-E, E-D-I-T 12-bit fuzzy, using Peak 2 via SCSI.