Chapter one, I a rock fan, I knew The Police before they had Roxanne,
Then I heard Ringo in the Octopus' Garden, so pardon this hip hop thing, it's just startin'.(yes)
And now it's me upon the stage, I took out my letter and wrote on the first page,
Like Jimmy, but John Bonham was my fave, and there's no other percussionist that I rather be.
He hit loud, louder than a factory and gave me a Stairway to Heaven simply through the beat.
I clapped on for Eric because he had the cream, I'm a Foreigner, but I'm familiar with my Journey.
This is the Genesis of all my dreams, I'm a boss, Springsteen at sixteen
There's nothing else that y'all can tell me, "who's next?" . This is my Bohemian Rhapsody.

And we just wanna rock now, throw your hands up, throw your hands up, high.
And we just wanna rock now, throw your hands up, throw your hands up, high.
And we just wanna rock now, throw your hands up, throw your hands up, high.
And we just wanna rock now, throw your hands up, throw your hands up, high.

Chapter two was a different avenue, I was a Fighter, 'cause I listened to The Foo
Try to reach Nirvana, put my Soundgarden boo, radio was in my Head when Pablo Honey blew.
Red Hot Chilli Pappers had sex to the magic, Under the Bridge is where I found Lenny Kravitz
It was Sublime, the way Bradley went at it, died at a such a young age, too bad he was an addict.
No Doubt, now I'm tryin' to figure out, 311 when I was seven, but where they at now?
So I turned it upside down, didn't play with Guns N Roses, 'cause I was a Sweet Child
Eddie Vedder taught me how to sing in style, but Michael Jackson was the one that made me feel bad.
I send my condolences to his fans, the thrill is not gone, 'cause I can feel it deep within.

And we just wanna rock now, throw your hands up, throw your hands up, high.
And we just wanna rock now, throw your hands up, throw your hands up, high.
And we just wanna rock now, throw your hands up, throw your hands up, high.
And we just wanna rock now, throw your hands up, throw your hands up, high.

Chapter three it's back to the beats, this is when I learn how to rap in my sleep.
LL was Cool, 'cause he ran with DMC, Nas was Illmatic, but first, he was Nasty,
Wu-Tang's my favorite, 36 Chambers was the greatest, Method brought Pain to the brain
If I only had a wish, it would be to share my Roots with the world and that is Mos Def.
Or Common Sense, I love Biggie the best, he makes me want to rhyme like a vet, 'till I had no breath.
The Chronic was a classic, NWA with the West Coast and fashion.
I'm a Prodigy like Havoc, a Beasty Boy on the mic, nobody wants to have it.
Outkasting, Slim Shady makes me practice, and this is all fact, it's the picture that I paint on the canvas.
Sean Carter is the madness, I had no reasonable doubt that Jay is the master
Yeah, and this is something that I'm after, to be the first artist to write the 4th Chapter.

And we just wanna rock now, throw your hands up, throw your hands up, high.
And we just wanna rock now, throw your hands up, throw your hands up, high.
And we just wanna rock now, throw your hands up, throw your hands up, high.
And we just wanna rock now, throw your hands up, throw your hands up, high.