Basement Crates

Instrumental Intro

(Yeah)

(Check it)

(Scratch it up)

Verse 1

Crates on the floor stacked to the ceiling

Dusty loops running through my veins

I dig for something nobody's feeling

Cold basement sessions and the tape don't lie

Two turntables a mixer and a busted light

Chop the break flip it back twice

Chorus

Cut it up cut it up let it ride

Detroit to the boroughs on the same side

Cut it up cut it up hold it down

Raw wax spinning through the underground

(Let it ride)

(Hold it down)

Post-Chorus

Scratch scratch scratch it back

Scratch scratch bring it back

Verse 2

My man on the fader never misses a cue

Bassline heavy like a freight train

No radio edits we don't play it safe

Vinyl pops crackle but the drums stay true

Pass the needle let the sample breathe through

Concrete grit in every single bar

Chorus

Cut it up cut it up let it ride

Detroit to the boroughs on the same side

Cut it up cut it up hold it down

Raw wax spinning through the underground

(Let it ride)

(Hold it down)

Post-Chorus

Scratch scratch scratch it back

Scratch scratch bring it back

Breakdown

Solo on the ones and twos

Solo

Let the drum loop go

(Go)

Hands steady keep it moving

Nothing polished nothing smooth

Chorus

Cut it up cut it up let it ride

Detroit to the boroughs on the same side

Cut it up cut it up hold it down

Raw wax spinning through the underground

(Let it ride)

(Hold it down)

Post-Chorus

Scratch scratch scratch it back

Scratch scratch bring it back