Daydreamed as a child cause of the music in my heart
Journeyed through life, now living one with the art

Cassettes and CD’s, man I grew up on the eight tracks
Hip Hop placed Bronxwood Productions on my back
Uptown in crates is where I kept my records in stacks
Coming up in The Bronx made me feel like I’m a Mack
Kool Chip admitted he’s a slave and didn’t get no flack

Corner of 224th street is where I started spinning at
How I always wished that I would get my turn at bat
I’m Large in my city that’s why I wear so many hats
Let my fingers do the walking when spinning the wax
Let my ears hear some music and I’m talking stat
On the radio I would guess Kiss FM is part of my frat
Unseen listeners somehow give my back a little pat
Time will show that I’m still in effect “Believe That”