The Beginning (Interlude)

I feel like history

on the turntables

Old school to new school

Like nothing ever been realer

On the history of the turntables

I'm the mystery of what's inside

the speaker cables

I'm Nina Simone in the park

and Harlem in the dark

I'm the musical

to the project fables

I'm the words scratched out

on the record label

I'm the wind

when the record spins

I'm the dramatic static

before the song begins

I'm the erratic energy

that gets in your skin

And if you don't let me in

I'm the shot in the air

when the party ends