Written by: Michael Turner & Christopher Portugal
[Thes One sample:] Digging in the crates, every day of the month… (scratched and repeated)
Step back when I pull out the wax, blow dust…
[Thes One:]
I trust in these crusty LPs, thrift-store digging
Hunt ripping tees, rolling up sleeves
Looking for some independents with the sound of JB's funk
I used to get high with a blunt and a crate of CTI, but that was high school
Now graduated, upgraded to Portable Tools
And a whole stack of crates, y'all, nothing but the greats
I'd buy a record before I put food on my plates
And I dedicate that to every cat who shops
Leaving girlfriends to attend record swaps at 4 a.m. in the morning
'Cause without the warning, you might find some shit
Or House Of Fox in a dollar box
And I'd trade stocks and the shirt off my back
For a Nodlew or Perception, Fatback One and Two
When I was in school, I took my dad's year-old techs
And now I got a lot of breaks, mostly on
Dynaflex
Sussex
Buddah
Cobblestone
Cadet Concept
Chess
Muse
MPS
King
Abet
Vortex
GSF
GRC
Impulse!
Josie
Milestone
Different Drummer
Pickwick
Prestige
Brunswick
Skye
Capitol
Arista
Atco
UA
Groove Merchant
Blue Note
Embryo
Mainstream
Polydor
Pride
Delite
People
Blue Thumb
Event
Eastbound
Strata
And Vertigo
Yeah, you know, that type of shit I live for
And plus, I got a stack of it blocking the studio door
But, before I go off to find something new
I'm gonna leave you with this gem that I found in Peru…
[Sung sample:] Hoy llegaste con el viento
Con el viento del silencio
Yo se que estás ahí
Que estás mirándome
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