Drums
"In West Pennsylvania born and raised
On the playground is where I, generally, spent most of my days.
Usually I was chilling out, maxing, relaxing all cool, shooting some b-ball outside of my school.
One time a couple of guys, who were up to no good, started making trouble in my neighborhood.
I got in one little fight and my mom got scared.
She said, "you're moving with your brother and me to a state with hot air."
We whistled for a cab and when it came near,
the license plate said 'Fresh' and it had some dice in the mirror.
If anything I could say that this cab was rare, but I thought,
"Nah, forget it, yo, let's get outta here!"
We pulled up to our house about seven or eight and I yelled to the cabbie,
"Yo, Holmes, smell ya later"
Looked at our home, we were finally there
living in a state with dry, hot-ass air.
Then I moved to Ohio and started drumming for Two Ton Memory.
The End."