nIt was the (beatboxing) that got me (beatboxing)nIt was the (beatboxing) break (beatboxing)nDeflate cuz I was gassednhead over heals in love with the electric drumsnand spoken vocals which was the joke of localsnand laughing stock of my rock and roll ass townnbut the rhythmic acupuncture pierced my skinnpinning the butterflies to my stomachnwhich would flutter everytime i heard the (beatboxing)nmore than the (beatboxing)nI WAS NO DEVIL WORSHIPERnhigher level interpreterni refused to lose focus and recite satanic versesnwith manic cursesndrug induced worst i know they were sayingnkill your mother cuz it paid them wellnyet in my flashback i see the foreshadownironic twist my first purchase was a hip hop recordncalled raising hellni should have run when i had the chance but DMC'snmade be wanna breakdance, made me wanna spin vinyl,nmade me wanna graff-write, made me want to not act whitenand not to perpetuate any stereotypes butni was not about the mullet icehockey haircutnyou know the mullet, short on top for the fellasnlong in back for the ladies, yea!ni was not about the stonewashed nuthuggers with the frenchnrolls on the bottom so tight that it turned my toes purplennor was i about the ripped jean jacket with the megadeath,nmetallica, and slayer patchni had an internal itch for the (beatboxing) and neverncould i get with () guitar riff, () guitar riff, ()nI had wild style wars, i rented beat street every weeknas i rocked steady wearing out the play rewind and slow monbuttons on my VCRnI did the pause-play, rewind-stop-play, pause-play, pause-play, pause-playnall day forcing my way into comprehension of inner city invention for menwas in the expression which would eventually win me acceptionn(one exception) those around me couldnt give me affectionnbut i played and paid that video attention till i eventually incompletely bit the (beatboxing)nand found my new religion, born again B-boy, born to destroyndecoys and be the real mccoy, YEA boy!ni wore the clock so you could know the timenchuck d told me to keep a sober mind, and even though hisnsidekick liked the flavor of BASS, i swear to godnhip hop was about being drug freeni swear to god hip hop was about the upliftment of humanitynand i swear to god hip hop was what rock was not was what bachnwas not was not pop, (pop! pshhhh)nguess i was gassed!, see i remember when dr dre used to expressssnhimself about hating the chronic, a few years later he'snendorsing it while drinking gin and tonicnsuburbanites that blast Mase learned their mad face from onyxnit was a rat race the first to properly use ebonicsndynomite like JJ, but it was a fad like super sonicnhip hop flipped from being autistic to a pop hitnmainstream took control and we cannot stop itnits a black art, being manipulated by white controllersnjust like rock and roll is ... we took the (beatboxing)nwe took the (beatboxing) ...n