Jared Evan - 4th Chapter lyrics

[Verse 1] (Yeah) Chapter 1, I was a Rock fan I knew The Police before they had Roxanne And then I heard Ringo in the Octopus's Garden So pardon this Hip Hop thing, it's just startin' (Yes) And now it's me upon the stage I took out my letter and wrote on the first page, Like Jimmy But John Bonham was my fave And there's no other percussionist that I rather be He hit loud, louder than a factory And gave me a Stairway to Heaven simply thru the beat I clapped on for Eric, because he had the cream I'm a Foreigner, but I'm familiar with my Journey This is the Genesis of all my dreams I'm a boss, I Springsteen a 16 There's nothing else that ya'll can tell me (Who's next) This is my Bohemian Rhapsody [Hook] And we just want to Rock now Throw your hands up, throw your hands up, high And we just want to Rock now Throw your hands up, throw your hands up, high And we just want to Rock now Throw your hands up, throw your hands up, high And we just want to Rock now Throw your hands up, throw your hands up, high [Verse 2] Chapter 2 was a different avenue I was a Fighter cuz I listened to the Foo Tried to reach Nirvana but my Soundgarden boo Radio was in my Head when Pablo Honey blew Red Hot Chili Peppers had s** to the magic Under the Bridge, is where I found Lenny Kravitz It was Sublime, the way Bradley went at it Died at such a young age, too bad that he was an addict No Doubt, now I'm trying to figure out 311, when I was 7, but where they at now? So I turned it upside down Didn't play with Guns-N-Roses cuz I was a Sweet Child Eddie Vedder taught me how to sing in style But Michael Jackson was the one that made me feel bad (Who's Bad?) I send my condolences to his fans The thrill is not gone cuz I can feel it deep within [Hook] [Verse 3] Yeah, ay yo Chapter 3, it's back to the beats This is when I learned how to rap in my sleep LL was Cool, cuz he ran with DMC Nas was Illmatic, but first, he was Nasty Wu-Tang's my favorite, 36 Chambers was the greatest Method brought Pain to the brain, If I only had a wish, it would be To share my Roots with the world, and that is Mos Def Or Common Sense, I love Biggie the best He makes me want to rhyme like a vet, till I had no breath The Chronic was a cla**ic NWA with the West Coast & fashion I'm a Prodigy like Havoc A Beastie Boy on the mic, nobody wants to have it Outkasting, Slim Shady makes me practice And this is all fact, it's the picture that I paint On the canva** Sean Carter is the madness I had no reasonable doubt that Jay was the master And this is something that I'm after To be the first artist to write the 4th Chapter [Hook] x2