(Oh, what's so special about this place?)

It's full of crap no one has any use for

Maybe that's why I feel so at home here

(God, it's like NASA, how do you keep track of it all?)

Boy, actually it's quite simple really

You see, here we have the two turntables

Which I control from the mixing desk here

The switch means you can flip between records

If you want to get it with an old jam going, you know

Back to your laboratory

Like a mesmerized by the some sort of sorcery

Some sort of, sor-sor-sor-sorcery

Back to your laboratory

(Laboratory, laboratory, I know you stay)

Like a mes-mesmerized under some-some

Or-or-or-or some sort of sor-sor-sor-sorcery

Welcome to Aladdin's cave

I got everything from classical to acid rave

Got the ones and twos too and they sit above the crates

And the task and rack mounted CD and tape

We go together like P, Big and Jay

Now Dweller got the MPC, big up Dave

With all eight outputs it's the 25k

I could only dream of this in the days of Myspace

And look at Rollie's battered old axe, it's a Jensen

Jammin', we always stay late like detention

I spent my cash on the wax, fuck the pension

I'm never tense, got a jar full of medicine

Wait, what's the question?

Time stands still, this is not Landfill

The people at the gig says I've got mad skills

Beats so heavy like I drop anvils

Back to the lab and chill

Back to your laboratory

Like I'm mesmerised under some sort of sorcery

Sor-sor-sor-sor-sor-sor-sor-sor-sor-sor-sor-sor-sor-sor-sor-sor-sorcery

Back to your laboratory

(Laboratory, laboratory, I know you)

Like I'm mes-mesmerised under some-some-some-some sort of sor-sor-sor-sor-sor-sor-sor-sor-sor-sor-sor-sor-sor-sor-sorcery

Took a note, a saw-tooth wave, right off this pantomime four

Put it back here, regened it through itself

Looped it back, mixed it with the sound of this crab committing suicide

And let it stew in its own reaver for about three hours, right, and then I pump it all out through this shoe to give it that oaky timbre

Analog order, I needed cash to press record so I sold the Transporter

Felt like Mufasa when I said to my daughter

"One day all this will be yours", she said, "Keep it, it's yours"

I ignored her, plugged in the Juno

Threw the boss pedal like Hugo

Fat sound sumo, all alone like Crusoe

Hungry when I find a sick sample, I start slammerin' like Cujo

What's love got to do when I'm cuttin' bits from your whole tune?

Lookin' through the bric-a-brac, take a bit of this, cut a piece of that

Wind it back, make it sit up on the track

Dealing with the SSL, I'm the incomprehensible Professor D'Well

I excel when I manipulate the decibels

And you know it all too well

Back to your laboratory

Like I'm mesmerized under some sort of sorcery

Some sort of so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-sory

Back to your laborator-atory-atory-atry, girl, stroll below you

Like I'm mes-mesmerized under some-some-some-some sort of so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-sory

Look at this fuckin' place

Can you imagine spendin' day after day in here, year after year?