Alan Parsons nació el 20 de diciembre de 1948 en Londres, Inglaterra. Desde pequeño, mostró un interés inusitado por la música y la tecnología. Sus primeros contactos con la música fueron gracias a su familia, donde encontró un ambiente culturalmente enriquecido que le permitió desarrollar su talento innato.
Antes de alcanzar la fama, Parsons tuvo la oportunidad de trabajar en los famosos estudios Abbey Road de EMI cuando aún era un adolescente. En 1967, se unió al equipo de ingeniería de sonido y pronto se destacó por su habilidad y destreza técnica. Fue en este entorno donde su pasión por la música y la ingeniería de sonido se consolidó.
Su primer gran hito profesional llegó cuando fue el ingeniero de sonido para el legendario álbum de The Beatles, Abbey Road, en 1969. Esta oportunidad marcó el inicio de una serie de colaboraciones trascendentales. Poco después, trabajó en el emblemático álbum Dark Side of the Moon de Pink Floyd, publicado en 1973. Estas experiencias no solo consolidaron su nombre en la industria, sino que le dieron la confianza y el prestigio necesarios para emprender su propio camino.
En 1975, junto al compositor y músico Eric Woolfson, creó The Alan Parsons Project. Este proyecto se caracterizó por su enfoque innovador, mezcla de rock progresivo y elementos orquestales, lo que le dio un sonido distintivo y sofisticado.
[Chorus: sample]
Let’s talk about me for a minute
Well, how do you think
I feel about what’s been going on?
Let’s talk about me for a minute
Well, how do you think
I feel about what’s been going on?
Let’s talk about me for a minute
Well, how do you think
I feel about what’s been going on?
Let’s talk about me for a minute
Well, how do you think
I feel about what’s gone wrong?
Let’s talk about me for a minute
[Verse 1: Cam'ron]
Killa, uh
Call the doctor up, the jewels sick
Front, get confronted, the tools grip
My gun stay long like a pool stick
I don't need it, I could kill 'em with a toothpick
(Let’s talk about me for a minute)
Like a bad hand, no prob. folding 'em
Make 'em a golf course, 18 holes in 'em
Like a Jamaican shirt, 28 grams I could make it work
Straight to work, like amber stay alert
'fore I creep up behind you
Won't see me coming like the swine flu, huh... times two
Remind you I'm way way worse
Like the FK, AK, trey 8 first
I tell mami "ohh display your purse"
Treat my dick like a Sprite, obey your thirst
Walk in the weed spot, Louie shirt, G-Shock
Lenox Ave to D-Block, we hot... oowww, Killa... Killa
Killa... Killa...
[Break: sample]
I’m the one
I’m the one
I’m the one
I’m the one
[Verse 2: Cam'ron]
My mom had 3 strokes, fell hard
No sympathys, flowers, get well cards
All swell god, no lost love ock
She driving again, put her in soft spot
Gotta thank Tito Poppin, off top
Got her medicine, vicodins, cough drop
Now I'm back out, niggas jaw drop
Girls draws drop, glass say fuck 'em all ock
Hit 'em hard rocks, right in they soft spot
January 2nd until the ball drop
I don't lobby for more props, I'm something that y'all not
Porsche hot, out in the ball park
The faucet leaking, I don't play with leaks
Song get played early, break his teeth
I'ma fuck the nigga up that made this beat
Two piece, dope fiend, straight to sleep, Killa, Killa
I'm the one, nigga
[Chorus: sample]
Let’s talk about me for a minute
Well, how do you think
I feel about what’s been going on?
Let’s talk about me for a minute
Well, how do you think
I feel about what’s gone wrong?
Let’s talk about me for a minute
Well, how do you think
I feel about what’s been going on?
Let’s talk about me for a minute
Well, how do you think
I feel about what’s gone wrong?
[Verse 3: Jadakiss]
I'ma keep it a hundred, these niggas don't want it
Either a head shot or a bullet to the stomach
If you live, you'll never fully recover from it
If you die, we gon' pop bottles 'til we vomit
And nah, we don't wear diamonds, we rock comets
My money came illegally, fuck it at least I'm honest
Finally 'bout to leave all the bullshit behind us
So right now death is the only thing I can promise
40's and the llamas
We hitting everything except the shorties in pajamas
Shooting in the Miami heat, like Chalmers
Slugs make you feel like you rocking leather bombers
Somebody call the coroners, I'm a hustler did numbers in the drought
You at your moms crib for the summer on the couch
A lot of niggas suck, nothing to figure out
They put themselves in the hole, want you to dig 'em out
[Outro: sample]
I’m the one
I’m the one
I’m the one
I’m the one