My Little Danish Friend

Verse 1 What can I say? You’re the man, you’re a legend But not for your chops or composin’ progression I know music ain’t always ‘bout flair Sometimes the simplest cuts slice clean through the air BUT— I gotta speak truth, man, you can’t keep time Allergic to practice, driftin’ over the line Rhythm so loose James shoots you a side-eye Like “Step off the kit, bro, lemme give it a try” Verse 2 That Justice sound? Man, it’s clamped and dead Set the blueprint for “click, bloody click” drum heads You’re fakin’ the prog like you’re tryin’ to impress But it’s overcooked fills and a whole lotta mess Yeah, y’all built your name tradin’ tapes hand-to-hand Now poor kids stream it, but here comes the man With a JoJo stand, nah—more like a lawyer Ready to slap that cease-and-desist all over ya Verse 3 S&M, baby, yeah, it hurts so good But you drift through the pocket like a basshead would What time we in? Is it 3/5 or 3/4? Man, you couldn’t nail a beat with a bat at your door Look—props where it’s due, I respect your grind But damn, Lars—it’s a love/hate every time