Interlude

[Interlude]
Boy, move, move, you're messin' up my perm
I told you it's Reverend Impublic
Hey John, listen - listen to this
I got a new sound, listen
Yeah, that boy good, that boy good
Can you believe that's Sister Beverly's, uhh, unknown son?
Listen, the boy good, the boy got it, right?
He was back there, we thought about him having him tested, we thought he had autism
But listen, the boy good, you could take him on tour, John
He gon' be the next thing, baby
You ain't seen nothin' like this since Biz Markie
Half the weight, though, you know what I'm sayin'?
'Cause we ain't been lettin' him touch the animal crackers or whatnot in the children's church but listen
Call me back, I got it
This gon' be good
I always knew you was gon' make it, that's right
I knew you was gon' make it
You used to be in the back beatin' on them tables and I'd be like, "Boy, let that-"
They'd be like, "Stop it, John!"
I'd be like, "Let that man jig
Let that boy jig!"
I was listenin' to that tape, boy
Uhh, what's it called the Collection Plate?
Collect, ehh, collect call? Listen, I was listenin' and that thing good, boy
You can actually do this
I think you gon' blow like nitro
You know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
You on the scene like gasoline and I'm just waiting to flick the match
Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
Call me back! We gon' make it!