Yeah, ya'll know I gets it on, sip on Dom
Clear the throat, wet the pallet,


Compose a ballet, then expose a rare talent

The kick drum will have you numb, the snare's valid


That's how Premier styles it


Yeah ya'll know he gets it on, that's a given
Every song I've written, make the sky clear blue
Like the beginning scenes of The Simpsons

Dominions of the British Empire
Would listen to Bach, with tea and biscuits
Preem revisits, songs centuries old


Hip-Hop, symphony's orchestras out cold with it
You know the flow's administered,

By the deputy, rhyme prime-minister,
Sir Nas, I'm certified


Please be seated and your shirt and tie, dresses on
Arrive early, when the curtains rise, bet it's on
A certain etiquette involved with this

Unlike any other music genre is, bring the drama in