 Geetzee Boys known to let the beat drop Now when I write the beat, my name won't stop If I rap, shoot my beats and stop Except from the day when I start to chop I'm a lumberjack DJ, alright If you try to knock me, you'll get mocked I'll stir fry you in my wok You need to start shakin' and your fingers pop Like a pin to the neck, gon' miss the spot