Prompt: Well, it'sFifty cups of coffee and you know it's onI move the crowd to the break of break of dawnCan't rock the house without the party peopleCause when we're getting down we are all equalThere's no better or worse between you and meBut I rock the mic so viciouslyLike pins and needles and words that stingAt the blink of an eye I will do my thingIt's like a needle in the cartridge when the record spinsLike diggin' down deep in the record binsEverybody gettin' down make no mistakeNothing sounds quite like an 8...0...8