[Verse 1: Madlib + Quasimoto]
If I could I'd buy records everyday of the week
But then I' have no money for when I'm with my freak
Fuckin' with these records, I ain't never goin to sleep
But that's how it is when you're into this sh—
(Want this?)
Paying 60 dollars for a simple drum lick
(What about your beats?)
Spending two hours looking for a certain kick, man

[Interlude: Madlib]
I ain't about to buy a beat, man, I can't even find
A damn disk, man, to sell it, man—what the fuck?

[Verse 2: Madlib]
I make beats everyday of the week
I used to listen to the "Sound of the Zeekers," hey (Rock & roll)
Now I'm over here and I'm smashing your speakers
Boss 303, SP 1200
MPC 4000, do my loop dumpin'—numbin'

[Interlude: Sample]
"You know how it goes"

[Verse 3: Madlib + Quasimoto + Sample]
Really, really? Y'all know how it goes
Music taking over your body
Beats taking over your soul, I be passing up parties
Parties, but never passin' up bowls (Pass me that weed)
Psychedelic record covers, (Jazz) standards
Funk, soul, (classic rock), electronic patterns (Indian)
Yo, it's the raw addict—my ears take comfort
Over ill record static, oh, oh, oh ("Addict")
Ya'll better scram like I'm Broadway Sam
("Well, I'll say") (Damn) don't curse me—it's god's way, man
The ill Loop Digga—catch me in your record place
Let a n***a dig; give a pound; respect the bass