Yo, check it, let me spit this tale ‘bout Michael N
Chi-Town’s disco wizard, let the story begin
Started at Route 66, rollin’ on skates
Spinnin’ vinyl, craftin’ sonic landscapes
From guitar riffs to DJ Paul’s beats
This cat’s got rhythm flowin’ through the streets
Seven years young, stringin’ that axe
Nirvana to Commodores, he’s climbin’ the tracks
Kraftwerk to Tribe, soakin’ up the sound
Tech-savvy brother, algorithms abound
Bedroom studio, a funky lab of noise
Analog meets digital, that’s his ploy
Crate-diggin’ at Gramaphone, Hot Jams too
Smart Bar regular, Detroit scenes he knew
Huckaby’s protégé, Maeda’s star pupil
House music in his veins, flow is crucial
Michael Nicholas, the alchemist of groove
Mixin’ genres, makin’ bodies move
So when you hit the floor and feel that heat
Know it’s Michael’s magic movin’ your feet
Chi-Town’s finest, keepin’ disco alive
The Southside’s own, makin’ music thrive