Started out skittish. 16 years old and I wrote for a joke with a close friend.
We were all about the culture, but never really knew how deep we would go in.
It was only for laughs at first, just to have fun and write the whackest verse.
Had one about robbing the ice cream man. Caribou's plan was so good it had to work.
I swear. So it got me thinking.
I know it's for humor but what's the reason?
We love hip hop and the rhythm and the art in it. Why not play a part in it?
That realization was the turning point between fun and passion
The moment in time when you find what you love and what you're meant to do with your life is magic.
All we needed was a beat. But we didn't have an Ezra Cobb or S.Dot yet.
Gotta find a way to make it all complete ’cause I got a feeling we could be next on deck.
So we did just that. Downloaded a couple hundred instrumentals in my free time
Spent the next 2 or 3 years tryna organize the thoughts inside of my beehive.
We could do what the dudes that we look up to do if we choose to.
All we gotta do is embrace the voodoo thats oozing, making us go cuckoo.
Then maybe some day some kids somewhere will hear what we've done and they'll get inspired.
If I can make somebody follow their heart then I'm proud to say that I lit the fire.

Time keeps ticking. The clock keeps spinning and the minutes all wither away,
so the life I'm living will not be timid. Gotta hit ‘em with the rhythm today.
If you just sit back nothing's ever gonna happen.
Gotta tap into what you're after and attack it until you catch it.
If you just sit back nothing’s ever gonna happen.
Gotta rap into what you’re after and attack it until you catch it.

A couple years passed. Fast forward to college.
Back with a passion, basking in knowledge.
The real learning happened after my classes with a pen and pad and a little bit of madness.
Got the urge one night to take a walk around campus and try to meet another human being.
A little bit out of character for me to not be sitting in a room by my lonesome accumulating dreams.
Ended up shooting the breeze with a kid from Pittsburgh. Said he raps too. His name’s JB.
Didn't think much of it. Everybody raps now but most of them are not real emcees,
so we traded numbers and we parted ways. Hit me up tomorrow if you're trying to blaze,
or maybe after psych class in the morning we can go to the basketball court if it doesn't rain.
Walked back to my building, kicked my shoes off, decided I was in for the night.
It wasn't even 5 minutes ‘til my phone rang. It was Jesse. What’s up? Is everything alright.
‘My roommate took a girl back to the dorm. I got locked out and I can't get in there.
Cool if I come down kick it for a minute? I got nowhere to go. You're my only friend here.’
As soon as he walked in my door I played a DJ Premier remix instrumental.
‘I keep getting crooked looks but they lookin shook.’ Immediately showed me that he had credentials.
A couple months later linked up with John Mase, then I introduced them to Caribou.
From that point on my times be good. Did everything together so beware the crew.