♪ [acoustic guitar] ♪ (OC): Roll cameras, please.

♪ [electricity buzzing] ♪ [acoustic guitar picking] ♪ ♪ [percussive hip-hop beat] ♪ Yeah, follow the eagle and honor my people.

♪ ♪ Turn up like the throttle and e-q.

♪ ♪ I'm conquering evil, brought some pottery and offerings.

♪ ♪ Walk in my moccasins.

♪ ♪ Heads won't comment when you're doing good ♪ ♪ but they'll mock your sins.

♪ ♪ Swallow your pride, forget the fame and glory.

♪ ♪ Respect those who came before me.

♪ ♪ Check your creation stories.

♪ ♪ Whether my scalps braided ♪ ♪ and now faded, ♪ ♪ I'm a proud native.

♪ ♪ My style, it's never outdated.

♪ ♪ Our ancestors laid it down for the foundation.

♪ ♪ The sound isn't downgraded nor annihilated.

♪ ♪ A little brown child, I was a loud mouth.

♪ ♪ Mixin' up some powwow with some wild style.

♪ ♪ Surround sound, drum sung in the roundhouse.

♪ ♪ Brown is brown, black is black like the mau maus.

♪ ♪ In the middle of the night you could hear him howl out, ♪ ♪ a coyote 'bout to wild out.

♪ ♪ But they don't wanna see a colored man on the upper hand.

♪ ♪ Nah, bundles of hundreds in rubber bands.

♪ ♪ I would rather be with my mother and fam ♪ ♪ in the Motherland ♪ ♪ but I gotta hustle up a couple grand.

♪ ♪ Still it's all love and I'm lovin' what I am.

♪ ♪ I love my fam, ♪ ♪ love my clan, ♪ ♪ love the land.

♪ ♪ Profits over people, I will never understand.

♪ ♪ I wish our elders could reawake and be young again.

♪ ♪ Hug your Grams.

♪ ♪ Spread love and stop the hate.

♪ ♪ You can see similarities between the rez and the trap.

♪ ♪ Yeah, there's common traits in the trap.

♪ ♪ There's liquor stores at every corner on the reservation.

♪ ♪ Fire water waits at every border.

♪ ♪ Their liquor causes drama, fights, riots and disorder.

♪ ♪ Domestic violence while your baby's ♪ ♪ cryin' from the torture.

♪ ♪ But whether you're on the rez or the street ♪ ♪ keep your head up ♪ ♪ and don't get caught up in the trap that's a setup.

♪ ♪ Somewhat of a miracle that we're still livin'.

♪ ♪ Listenin' to the rhythm of the drum and heal with it.

♪ ♪ Survivin' genocide, no lies, I'm just bein' real with it.

♪ ♪ No surprise, the medicine wheel is still spinnin'.

♪ ♪ Minutes by minutes go by, ♪ ♪ figured we'd give up and die.

♪ ♪ Living indigenous tribes, ♪ ♪ given unlimited lives.

♪ ♪ Burying stereotypes, aware and prepared for the fight.

♪ ♪ Cherish and care for your life, ♪ ♪ take you through aerial flights ♪ ♪ through the pinnacle of Shiprock, ♪ ♪ with boom bap traditional medicinal hip-hop.

♪ (Def-i speaks in traditional language) Def-i: I'm an MC, beat maker, music producer from Albuquerque, New Mexico representing the Diné Nation.

My first steps?

I believe I probably heard a song, maybe on Ninja Turtles somewhere.

Or maybe it might've been Chill Rob G back as a little kid.

That's probably when I first heard an actual rap song.

Might've been Run DMC that really stood out to me.

And later on, I got involved with poetry thanks to my poetry teacher who's named Jim Kelly.

He allowed us students to have poetry workshops in between classes or after school.

Eventually I started to perform at poetry slams and a lot of high school assemblies.

That was my first steps into becoming an MC.

♪ After I got involved with poetry, I became involved with a band, a jazz band.

Then basically learned how to play the drums, combining the rhythm and poetry to make rap, basically.

It was just two- best of both worlds coming together of me being a drummer and also a poet first.

And that allowed me to become a more developed MC, I'd say, from my point of view.

I've been in the rap game... officially, started putting out records since 2010.

That's when I put out my first album.

But before that I was also involved with a lot of the rap battle circuits, regionally around the Southwest.

Back home on the reservation, there was primarily, yes, an indigenous or First Nations presence there in the Southwest.

However, anywhere outside of that, I would probably be one of the only few people that were entering competitions at that time.

As a young artist, you kind of need some monetary gain to be able to continue and there was a lot of prize money back then that was somewhat of an incentive for me to want to win competitions and tournaments.

Representing for the Indigenous First Nations, in that sense, has always been an honor.

But eventually I grew out of battling and wanted to- of applying my skill set as a MC toward much larger issues at hand.

♪ [soft keyboard music/ hand clap percussion] ♪ ♪ [whooping/shouting voice] ♪ A rebel without a pause, tread softly on desert sand.

♪ ♪ He reps his clan ♪ ♪ Treasures fam, respects the land ♪ ♪ Wears a headband, ♪ ♪ happy as a pleasant man.

♪ ♪ Legend goes, his story unfolds with a special plan.

♪ ♪ He learned the English language from a second hand ♪ ♪ Spoke in native tongue till he had sung, one with the drum ♪ ♪ till his lungs became numb from the blessing chant.

♪ ♪ Stood up, fight for his people and he never ran.

♪ ♪ Led his camp to better living and rapped a travel song.

♪ ♪ There he left ancient patterns ♪ ♪ tatted on the canyon walls.

♪ ♪ They prayed for many days.

♪ ♪ Along came to great sons.

♪ ♪ My skin tone resembles the land from which I came from.

♪ ♪ Don't try to buy, what they sell you can tell it's foolery ♪ ♪ Serve yourself a helping, melt a helmet into jewelry.

♪ ♪ The way this truth is told ♪ ♪ you couldn't capture it in a movie.

♪ ♪ Nomadic travelers moving, turning tragedies into beauty.

♪ ♪ Trampled with the cattle and then battle with the cavalry.

♪ ♪ The last to be captured by a lasso with his family.

♪ ♪ He just wants his people at peace and shackle-free.

♪ ♪ He just wants his people to at least have a piece.

♪ ♪ They were searchin' for a safe passage through the valley ♪ ♪ through the back trails where the canyons ♪ ♪ acted as an alley.

♪ ♪ They made us reservations, ♪ ♪ I paid for the tab and cancel fee.

♪ ♪ Master Chief, sample the piano key.

♪ ♪ We have survived, some thought we'd die, ♪ ♪ but we still here on the rise, still alive ♪ ♪ through the genocide and apartheid.

♪ ♪ All indigenous tribes, now it's time to thrive.

♪ ♪ Now it's time thrive, so open up your mind.

♪ ♪ I'm focused as I drive ♪ ♪ hopin' that you find that inspiration ♪ ♪ that's waitin' for you posted right outside.

♪ ♪ The moment he wrote this his heart broke and soul cried.

♪ ♪ Knowing that he had pride, he tried to wipe his tears away.

♪ ♪ Thankful I am here today, our tribes are here to stay.

♪ ♪ Beauty in every breath and step, every day each year.

♪ ♪ Wishin' they could be here, but memories we keep near.

♪ ♪ Peace, yeah, when you bus rhymes enough times ♪ ♪ from sunrise to sunset.

♪ ♪ But sometimes the love spreads through blood lines, ♪ ♪ it runs red.

♪ ♪ Unwind over what's left ♪ ♪ as some lies go unsaid.

♪ ♪ We come from one kind ♪ ♪ but some are confined and unfed.

♪ ♪ The Red road is straight and narrow.

♪ ♪ Pray with sacred carols.

♪ ♪ Those who try to play you ♪ ♪ gave you shields for raining arrows.

♪ ♪ Sand paint on my apparel like an ancient Pharaoh.

♪ ♪ For the Diné, Hopi, Pueblo, Apache Mescalero ♪ ♪ Move past the sorrows, threw the bottle in the trash.

♪ ♪ Followin' the path that's meant for us ♪ ♪ while honoring the past.

♪ ♪ From the mountains to the mesas, ♪ ♪ rain clouds crowd our villages.

♪ ♪ Give thanks for being here now ♪ ♪ if you're proud to be indigenous.

♪ ♪ [keyboards/percussion] ♪ Def-i: After realizing that battling was only gonna take me this far, I stepped out of my box and tried to apply my skill set as an MC towards larger issues, such as climate justice, for instance, back home.

In New Mexico, on the reservations in rural areas out there, there's a lot of hydraulic fracturing and things like that happening.

It's causing a lot of atrocities towards the land, the animals, people too.

I feel like I wanted to apply myself towards that as an MC and generate some awareness, create awareness, to show what's happening out there on the reservation.

Because a lot of people within the urban areas of New Mexico such as Albuquerque, if they don't travel out to the reservations, they may not see these type of activities happening all the time.

It really started to hit me, I guess, maybe, when these sights started to hit closer towards my homelands where my grandparents had lived.

Years later, when Standing Rock happened, I wrote a song called "Water Is Life".

There was a lot of 'water is life songs' out there created!

I actually did two!

One of'em which I was featured on and one I wrote myself.

And a lot of the proceeds that we created from some of these songs went towards a legal defense fund for a lot of the water protectors, which was a good thing.

In Flint, Michigan too, they also have a water crisis there.

And with a lot of good friends of mine, we just basically were there to help with our hip-hop skills via concert, to help fundraise for water filters for the local community there.

So kind of- it was a great feeling to know that at least we were able to make some kind of change for people that... who are in places that are underserved, or places where they don't have clean water, basically.

♪ Sage and I have just recently started to collaborate.

So we haven't rehearsed this collaboration before.

This is just live, raw, unplugged, acoustic energy.

From Sage's violin, he's gonna provide the percussion and also the melodies, and I'll be on the vocals.

Sage: So the first song that we're gonna do is a collaboration Def and I literally just wrote in the green room!

And it's funny because I've never played or jammed with an MC or rapper before.

So, it was an interesting experience.

So, I'm excited to see what's gonna happen!

I think it's gonna sound pretty good, though.

(gentle tapping beat) (picking violin) ♪ [tapping percussion plays] ♪ [violin picking/ tapping percussion] ♪ ♪ Yeah, my tribe and village survived the pillage.

♪ ♪ They tried to kill us but time will heal us.

♪ ♪ Alive and we cry no rivers.

They arrived at Plymouth ♪ ♪ disguised as pilgrims.

We tried to giveth, ♪ ♪ supply the spinach but they liked like villains.

♪ ♪ I'm building for the lives of spirits.

♪ ♪ Open your mind with lyrics.

♪ ♪ I wrote a rhyme the lies are finished.

♪ ♪ I wanna see my natives own they own business.

♪ ♪ Overthrow the system, roll and go the distance ♪ ♪ North Dakota living breaking borders and the limits.

♪ ♪ I'm ignoring all you critics.

We are more than just exhibits.

♪ Pouring out these lyrics like ceremonial ashes.

♪ ♪ Praying for a home with no territorial clashes.

♪ ♪ Won't abandon my band of bandits.

♪ ♪ My fam is savage, I'm from a land that's lavish.

♪ ♪ Had to get it the way we knew it and made a movement.

♪ ♪ Thanking the Creator for music, I'm staying rooted.

♪ ♪ Sacred like an ancient ruin, prayer therapeutic.

♪ ♪ Reclaim our future, we are faces of the muted.

♪ ♪ Powwow in the White House in a power outage, so we're ♪ ♪ wilding with the lights out, spitting on this mic loud.

♪ ♪ Feeling proud of my light brown skin.

♪ ♪ May our culture and traditions never dry out.

♪ ♪ The president is in public, ♪ ♪ the public ain't really want it.

♪ ♪ The government, they cover up and cut it ♪ ♪ like budgets so corrupted.

♪ (calm violin music) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ My native, if you're really dedicated and creative ♪ ♪ you can make it out a reservation ♪ ♪ lessons from the sacred.

♪ ♪ Blessed and educated ♪ ♪ preservation of wisdom ancient ♪ ♪ Encrypted an inner vision ♪ ♪ it was written verbatim.

♪ ♪ They can't alter natives with ♪ ♪ alternatives and ultimatums.

♪ ♪ They say our culture's dated.

Try to help our home ♪ ♪ while our own have hated on our own that made it ♪ ♪ out the home invaded.

Feeling like there's no escaping.

♪ ♪ Still I'm on a road to make it.

Cultivated my skill and my ♪ ♪ will to stay motivated.

I could see the ocean waving keep ♪ going and know you'll make it rollin' on a road of pavement.

♪ ♪ FNX, Rez life could be problematic ♪ ♪ cause some static if you're caught up in the madness ♪ ♪ with alcoholic habits.

A lot of addicts out of balance ♪ ♪ and dealing with a loss is tragic and traumatic.

♪ ♪ Am I what you call a savage?

♪ ♪ I'm reppin' for my reservation, every nation.

♪ ♪ We gotta make it better for their generation.

♪ ♪ Regenerated together, no separation.

♪ ♪ Or, are we really heading for a desolation?

♪ (calm violin music) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ Couldn't afford the jewel in 1944 on the 4th of June ♪ ♪ Bored in school while in a boarding school ♪ ♪ Forced to move, got chores and more sports ♪ ♪ in the dorm but only one course of food.

♪ ♪ Fire chief kept the wood burning before morning.

♪ ♪ Outside the outhouse early at 4:40 ♪ ♪ Pass the sheep rug on the floor ♪ ♪ by the door in the dormitory.

♪ ♪ Escape through the corridor then explore in my war pony.

♪ ♪ Here to take it back home cuz y'all know the rez is due.

♪ ♪ Scrub the resin off my face and scrape away the residue.

♪ ♪ Peep my resume, like beams my people resonate.

♪ ♪ We're resolute, sacred and stoic, ♪ ♪ able to cope with all the pain that we soak in.

♪ ♪ The next generations awoken.

Before the reservation ♪ ♪ was my home, you know the nation was stolen.

♪ ♪ I'm in a sweat lodge seeing a vision.

♪ ♪ It's like I'm back out the womb ♪ ♪ dreaming of grandmother moon ♪ ♪ in a fetal position.

♪ ♪ Def-i: This next segment is an a capella segment that is part of my first album that I put out back in 2010, a long time ago, called Sound of Color.

And the song originally is produced by Audiopharmacy.

But I'm gonna be performing this with no beat.

Hope you enjoy this.

♪ Sounds of color ♪ ♪ covered by clouds of thunder, ♪ ♪ hovering down as a hummingbird about in the summer.

♪ ♪ It danced over sands knowing our land is her mother.

♪ ♪ Under the ground, the aerial bound miles above her.

♪ ♪ Found my lover in the middle of the crowd ♪ ♪ thinkin' now or never as I ♪ ♪ count forever then lounge.

♪ ♪ Wonder if I'm bound together or without the other.

♪ ♪ She drowned the desert, now I'm out the gutter.

♪ ♪ You shall not suffer ♪ ♪ when they surround another ♪ ♪ and prowl like hunters that slay.

♪ ♪ The sun's runnin' away but the drummer still plays.

♪ ♪ The rush is delayed so I take a breath ♪ ♪ from the dust to the Bay.

♪ ♪ Pace my steps, sweat and blood to the page.

♪ ♪ Break the stress, the brush and the sage, sacred blessed.

♪ ♪ We're all one when we pray in our ancient quest.

♪ ♪ I transcend negativity with a pad and pen.

♪ ♪ Just let it in is life guides a letter in the alphabet.

♪ ♪ So vivid with the imagery remembering from now and then.

♪ ♪ The weather went December see you centered in the silhouette ♪ ♪ Embedded in my memory forever to infinity.

♪ ♪ A legend in its legacy the essence of serenity.

♪ ♪ Rhymes readily, rise steadily like a divine entity, ♪ ♪ heavenly flying to the sky weathering.

♪ ♪ Passing blessings through the speaker, ♪ ♪ asking questions to the heavens and the answer ♪ ♪ start to greet ya, from the B-Boys on the floor ♪ ♪ to the dancers inside the kiva.

♪ ♪ Together we stand over the grass in sands of the Zia.

♪ ♪ I am gathering of people, pass me the pipa.

♪ ♪ Prayers come from the land of the Diné and Mexica, ♪ ♪ uplifted from the gift that was given to be ♪ ♪ a living teaching, rhythm weaver, spittin' ether.

♪ ♪ Let the lessons lead ya from the circles in the wind, ♪ ♪ from the cycles in the sky, spirals in your eye.

♪ ♪ Colors blend, two sons ascend on the mic like brother twins, ♪ ♪ as the verse wonders in our Earth mother ♪ ♪ spins once again ♪ ♪ from northeast, southwest, and central.

♪ ♪ Inside the temple we've grown and assembled.

♪ ♪ Respect to DJ Cedro and the Pueblo.

♪ ♪ Once again, I am Def-i reppin' New Mexico.

♪ ♪ Sage: Yeah.

Dude's a mad lyricist, for real.

And I'm even more grateful that he's like, I call him family.

You know, if you're gonna jam with somebody, you're not trynna play lead over that person.

You're not trynna be louder.

You're trynna create something that coincides harmoniously, and one person has the pedestal.

And that person steps down, the other person has a pedestal.

♪ Here to take it back, long as y'all know the rez is due ♪ ♪ (intense violin music) ♪ Sage: Def had hit me up a while back and said he wanted some violin on this track here.

He sent it my way and I ran through my little home studio, vibed out, sent him something back.

I feel like with Def, since he's cuttin' all this rhymes and there's all these syllables, that's this machine gun, almost kind of, vibe that's coming out.

I found myself bouncing more.

Kind of trying to float around him, I guess.

I'm just really excited to how both came together.

Def-i: This song is produced by Ariano.

It's also featuring Sage Cornelius on violin.

I was really inspired by this beat when I first heard it.

It starts with the guitar.

Sage covers the chorus, and I carry on three verses.

Hope you enjoy it.

[slow guitar echoing] ♪ ♪ ♪ Yo, created a path and made somethin' off rap ♪ ♪ without payin' no taxes.

No label advances.

♪ ♪ Did it independent, this is authentic, ♪ ♪ and not made for the masses.

♪ ♪ No one's replacin' my passions ♪ ♪ Dealt with some fatal attractions, ♪ ♪ I was just takin' some chances.

♪ ♪ I'm out here prayin' for answers ♪ ♪ and won't just fade into blackness.

♪ ♪ Don't have to explain what the fact is.

♪ ♪ You already takin' some actions.

♪ ♪ Do you push and you break away with ♪ ♪ what you could not relate with today in this madness?

♪ ♪ Packing serrated blades and axes.

♪ ♪ Our own way, nobody gave us the access.

♪ ♪ I was so late for my classes.

♪ ♪ Sprayin' some paint on the campus, framed it with latches ♪ ♪ Then hang it on the wall, wait for it to fall, ♪ ♪ light another flame into the ashes.

♪ ♪ Exploring different angles and tangents ♪ ♪ Flavor wasn't made for the taste of the blandish ♪ ♪ I was nearly broke but then I rose to my feet ♪ ♪ Rollin' off roads to where no one believed.

♪ ♪ Some say that I've overachieved, ♪ ♪ from where you either remain afloat or you go for your dreams ♪ [slow percussion] (melodic violin) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ Yeah!

Cruise in a new whip, the moon's lit.

♪ ♪ The mood switched, in tune to the tune pitch.

♪ ♪ No auto tune, bada boom, caught a few licks ♪ ♪ off a few flips.

Chris lost a few chips.

♪ ♪ Still I'm on a mission, tryin' to pick my flight.

♪ ♪ Now I'm liftin' heights, Ras is livin' right.

♪ ♪ Spit my gift on mics, doin' this for life.

♪ ♪ One way or another, I will come up any given price ♪ ♪ just to get a rep, or boost to get a buzz.

♪ ♪ Try ruining your name and threw it in the mud.

♪ ♪ You're just doin' what you love.

♪ ♪ Really, who are they to judge?

♪ ♪ They're as elusive as they come, ♪ ♪ the proof is in what you've done.

♪ ♪ Nomadic rap traveler ♪ ♪ sat on the back of a turtle ♪ ♪ from Panama to Canada.

♪ ♪ In this rap-a-thon, I'm a tri-hand chilla tarantula ♪ ♪ Tracked by the sampler, dressed in a fresh cloak, ♪ ♪ rarely captured on camera.

Pass the parameter.

♪ ♪ How far I ran is a stamp of my stamina ♪ ♪ Pattern parabola.

Dance with the damaja ♪ ♪ Phantom spectacular.

Playing back last night ♪ ♪ like a live show.

My soul reading between the lines ♪ ♪ while my mind copes.

Walk the tightrope off the high note.

♪ ♪ Got the right dose off your high hopes.

♪ ♪ [slow percussion] (melodic violin) ♪ ♪ ♪ (soft violin) ♪ Def-i: I haven't always rapped this fast.

But, when I started rapping around B-boys and B-girls, and cyphers and a lot of the jams at that point, the beats were a lot faster than the normal 80-90 BPM type of beats that were primarily out there for MCs to rap on.

So going to the jams more, allowing myself to be around uptempo beats, required me to "rap faster", so to speak.

So nowadays when you hear beats in half time, like the song "Lit", it starts with the break, sort of, and then it drops into a half time.

Essentially the same BPM.

But nowadays, primarily, you hear a lot of beats that are in the half time.

And it's, to me, just being more diverse with rapping on different types of beats allows me to rap faster, or rap fast.

But, I try to slow it down.

Trust me!

On the new album, I'll have some records that are slower raps so people can be able to absorb the message more.

So this next song is a song called "Lit".

It's a remix.

Originally, it's produced by Diles.

The remix produced by Illmind.

This song I love to perform at every one of my live concerts.

I hope you enjoy the music.

[groovy bass guitar/ drum percussion] ♪ ♪ - Illmind.

Listen!

♪ ♪ Check!

Feelings will go deep, it's killing him slowly.

♪ ♪ Had to reseal them, refill from the slow leak.

♪ You're healing from the lonely feeling chill in the cold breeze ♪ try to forget it all but it's still in my dome piece.

♪ ♪ Low key living, just meeting my own needs.

♪ ♪ No need to give them the gold key, we go hard.

♪ ♪ Building with the OG's, living with no seeds.

♪ ♪ We roll trees while spittin' these cold bars.

♪ ♪ Give maximum effort from minimum proceeds.

♪ ♪ I'm out here just fulfilling my own dreams.

♪ ♪ From DC to Naija, the OC, coast to coast ♪ ♪ across oceans and both seas ♪ ♪ Hittin' them, and givin' them 16 like OZ's.

♪ ♪ Flow free, can't hold me to slow speed ♪ ♪ Mostly back-to-back, rapid fast ♪ ♪ phantom laugh stashed and wrapped up ghostly.

♪ ♪ Peace to my Hopi people in the Pueblo, ♪ Living in Adobe the home is holy.

♪ ♪ The homies know we'll throw a show.

♪ ♪ Overload and donate the proceeds, ♪ ♪ spit it so vivid over an instrumental though.

♪ ♪ Intricate rhythms within the middle of a flow.

♪ ♪ Paradiddle in the middle of little did you know?

♪ ♪ Finished within a minute and not a minute more.

♪ ♪ Shred it, up and chop, edit, let it drop, let it go.

♪ ♪ Yeah!

Never gonna stop pressing on forever role.

♪ ♪ Yeah!

Connect the dot, set up shop.

♪ ♪ We are never closed, flow over metronomes.

♪ ♪ CA to New Mexico, set the tone.

♪ ♪ Speed up or slow, NM from the head to the toe.

♪ ♪ Heading home, the metal hot.

♪ ♪ The kettle pot, set to blow.

♪ ♪ I'm diggin' in the crates for the brakes ♪ ♪ in the treasure trove.

♪ ♪ Rhyme fresh.

Pedal dope.

♪ ♪ Digest some edibles.

♪ ♪ FNX, here we go!

♪ ♪ ♪ Turn it up, turn it up ♪ ♪ ♪ Here... we go ♪ ♪ Look.

Yeah, Def-i yinishé ♪ ♪ I rep for my tribe and my tribe is Diné.

♪ ♪ Respect to the blowed that resides in LA.

♪ ♪ I'm choppin' to the rhythm any time of the day ♪ ♪ The type of writer, rhyme provider, ♪ ♪ grind like a 9-to-5'er, ♪ ♪ nose-diving pilot fighter.

♪ ♪ Hip hop wasn't dead.

I was right beside her.

♪ ♪ Read the vital signs combined Tech ♪ ♪ and Myka 9 to form a hyper hybrid.

♪ ♪ I go in after rifleman, sight like a sniper lens.

♪ ♪ Started from the bottom of the barrel to the top, ♪ ♪ like a pharaoh now I'm launching an audible arrow.

♪ ♪ Hopping along as we chop on the tempo flows ♪ ♪ literally rippling across ponds in the meadow.

♪ ♪ Giving them some extra flavor echo, echo chamber ♪ ♪ with a couple of the West coast favorites.

♪ ♪ Line him up, hit him in the row, ♪ ♪ giving him a dose of the basics look.

♪ ♪ Back in the lab with the data intact ♪ ♪ Rapping so fast catch an asthma attack.

♪ ♪ Amateurs lacking the grammar and fact.

♪ ♪ Stand on the map with my clan on my back.

♪ ♪ WWC, couple hundred degrees.

♪ ♪ Humble and I'll never mumble over the beat.

♪ ♪ Chopper hovering over the sea, 100 to 103.

♪ ♪ Summon a beast coming in from under the league.

♪ ♪ Lock and load with the project blowed.

♪ ♪ Respect to the West with the Southwest flow, ♪ ♪ going off keyboard, always roaming on beat.

♪ ♪ I'm roaming Arizona with my motor on E. ♪ ♪ Hózhó Nahasdlíí, Hózhó Nahasdlíí.

♪ ♪ Hózhó Nahasdlíí, Hózhó Nahasdlíí!

♪ ♪ Probably get it in and finish overnight.

♪ ♪ Rocking til the end and then the flow is tight.

♪ ♪ You brought all of your friends to the show tonight.

♪ ♪ We all going in, now our souls unite.

♪ ♪ I drop another gem like it's dolomite.

♪ ♪ Product and the tint shines golden bright.

♪ ♪ Home grown when whole foods is overpriced.

♪ ♪ I'm not trying to be the prototype.

♪ ♪ Always amped up like Focusrite.

♪ ♪ [whistling/ acoustic guitar] ♪ ♪ ♪ [whistling/ acoustic guitar] ♪