Just a regular guy with a creative eye.

It started way back in history with Ad Rock, MCA and me, Mike D. I had a little horsey names Paul Revere, just me an my horsey and a quart of beer, riding ‘cross the land, picking up sand, the sherrif’s posse’s on my tail, cuz I’m in demand!

One lonely beastie I be, all by myself without nobody, the sun is beating down on my baseball bat, the air is getting hot, the beer is getting flat.