Music Is My Everything - Blu & Exile, Blu, Exile

And if one of our instruments breaks, it doesn’t matter

We have fallen into the place where everything is music

The strumming and flute notes rise into the atmosphere

And even if the whole world’s harp should burn up

There will be hidden instruments playing

Uh, see I can’t explain how it hit me

But from the beginning it stained my memory

I seen the fat boys beat boxing and talking rhythmically

When I was three or four, but it came out when I was born

I remember one Sunday morn, seeing Michael Jackson perform

They tried to dress me like him next morning before I went to school

Nobody noticed me, but I still thought I was cool

That all started with Michael Jackson, I can’t describe the attraction

But my dad gave me LL’s Bad before I had Michael Jackson’s

My papa was giving me rap back then

Now he got the nerve to act surprise that I rap

My favorite track back then was Wild Wild West

How You Like Me Now and Bad was my first two cassettes

I remember seeing Strictly 4 My N.I.G.G.A.Z.

when I was ten

I thought he looked like Superman, so I popped it in

I skipped around, uh, I took it out, word up

I was too young to know what that was about

'Cause it was all about Oochie Coochie by MC Brains

My papa bang MC Breed, I thought they was the same thing

I remember one afternoon, my mama slapped me with a spoon

For saying I once got busy in a Burger King bathroom

Still it wasn’t cool when she went and married a reverend

And he told me all secular music is off limits, I said

Can you hear the sound of the music playing

I’m just trying to find the words to sing along

This music is my home

It’s what keeps me going on

My cousin wrote a rap, we had a dance to it

We dissed Kris Kross but wore our pants like him

Sing in the choir since we was like five or six

Had mad baseball cards, so my cousin picked up the drumsticks

We heard the Fugees, «You Killing Me Softly»

He explained to me what a bass line was

And then we started bossing

The first beat we rocked was a Whitney Houston instrumental

No wonder we would get into Bone

Memories of Eazy-E when I was three

My auntie dated him, my papa would bang him on the way to the beach

In the middle of the street, banging in his Jeep

Playing me Chronic before the radios rocked it

So I was geeked when I heard it getting spin

And they turned it to Juice and Gin and nothing’s ever been the same since

Many folks came and went but the legends remain embedded into my brain, and

Can you hear the sound of the music playing

I’m just trying to find the words to sing along

This music is my home

It’s what keeps me going on

Look, uh, Who knew?

Before I seen the break and move and sing to it

Mama used to sit me on the sink while she swing to it

Church ladies fall across the pews while they preach to it

They was focused on the cross, but I just watched the keys moving

Feet moving, each movement speaking to the beastly humans

Stricken by crescendos, then at peace as soon as keys soothing

Now how it fill up any room but you can see through it?

It vibrates in any space, don’t need to treat acoustics

I used to bang it in my room and sketch my pieces to it

Keep it in my mental on repeat then hit the streets to it

Ain’t no coinkydink, I soon would link with E and Blu then

Proud of that, Below the Heavens was that key influence

Before that, the Wu and uncle Snoop was speaking to him

Rewind back when Eric B was in my speakers booming

All along the art was teaching emcees the meaning to it

That’s why the crowd move, I eat sleep and breathe this music

Can you hear the sound of the music playing

I’m just trying to find the words to sing along

This music is my home

It’s what keeps me going on