Where the Beats Reside

Gotta get it how ya live what they told me
Getting mad, breaking bad, that's the old me
I'm the producer the beat control me
I'm just trying to master the craft
I'm back on my bullshit
From Kemnath to Brooklyn
Track me, follow my footprint
Whether it's the Rockies
Desert sands of the Mojave
No chance they'll ever stop me
Looking at my timepiece
I'm a bit perturbed
I'm making hot shit, do not disturb
Bourbon whiskey, I'm slurring my words
Still connect well every time ya heard
Ya heard I was down bad
But they lied to you champ, now you sound mad
they done told you wrong
Believe me its cool, I made it a song
Stream it
You can get it off the gamma
Get it in the Planet of the Apes
We bananas
'83 Phi Slamma Jamma
Pop off, cock the hammer
Listen to the way the lyrics connect
Keep'em under pressure like my foot on they neck
And I'm prepping I ain't cooking it yet
I'm warming up the oven, y'all breaking a sweat
It's 450 degrees
Hot tracks is easy I cook 'em threes
Don't let me get to smoking them trees
Zone out like Swizz when I'm playing the keys
Where ya beats at?
We in the land of the lost swinging from trees
And we sidestepping sleestacks
Planet of the Apes where I bees at
Navigating Cakewalk like a street map
Make the beat talk then repeat that
Lyrics ringing off and the beat slap
Its the call of the wild
Mix it like a chemist with the formula now
That's what I'm calling it now
Whoever got a problem should be calming it down
I'm where the beats reside
Told ya I'll I'm in it for my peace of mind
I'm in it for the love of the craft
It's algebraic do the math