Stop short of banality, Fake originality! Gotta go with what you know Then go back and disrupt the flow. Step back from the obvious, Your music's too homogenous, Tear it down, skip a beat, and the next fool's gonna copy this. At the heart of a borrowed rhyme, we find Seeds of an original in the mind. Disruption, creation, the pattern repeats, Echoes of the chords we borrow Essence of music’s tomorrow. So we can dance to original beats.