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Turntables

2

Hip-Hop/Rap

Turntables was released on November 10, 2025 by D.A.S. Entertainment as a part of the album Turntables - Single

Song Details

AlbumTurntables - Single

Release DateNovember 10, 2025

LabelD.A.S. Entertainment

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM86

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Blaq

Background Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Kevin Sansberry

Kevin Sansberry

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Kevin Sansberry

Kevin Sansberry

Producer

Lyrics

[Spoken Intro]

Yeah, this one right here…

Ain’t about fame, ain’t about charts — this about respect.

I been doin’ promotion and marketing in this city long enough to see it all.

I watched artists go from CDs to stages, from basements to BET —

And it all started with one thing… the DJ.

The ones who took chances, who spun them records when nobody else would.

Rest in peace DJ Nando — you’ll forever be the pulse of Atlanta.

This one’s for you… and every DJ that kept the underground alive.

[Hook]

Turntables turn, I remember them nights,

Underground artists, tryna get they shine right.

We ain’t have no label, no PR plan,

Just me, the streets, and a DJ’s hand.

[Verse 1]

DJ Funky, one night in Club Strokers,

I handed you that CD full of unreleased smokers.

You played the whole thing — the crowd went dumb,

Said, “Come see me every week,” and that’s where it begun.

Chap and Skeeta — trunk beaters, for real,

Pushing mixtapes heavy, made the city feel.

Dirtywork, he was quiet but loud in effect,

Had my artists in rotation — that’s major respect.

VooDoo always came through with a slot,

Kept the underground hot, gave the young ones a shot.

Don Juan, Platinum 21 — man, the dancers knew the songs,

Request lines long, that’s how the buzz got strong.

[Hook]

Turntables spin, the record breaks lives,

I was in them clubs watching dreams survive.

Every drop, every blend, every track they played,

Built another name from the ground they paved.

Turntables turning, the streets kept learning,

Every DJ spin was a fire still burning.

No radio deal, no corporate pay,

Just DJs showing love the Atlanta way.

[Verse 2]

DJ Dice played our records every night,

Had the floor packed tight, crowd movin’ right.

Polar Bear Shawty — DJ Ice in the mix,

Heavy rotation, underground hits.

D&B went down in the city’s story,

DJ D-Cas and Majesty — pure glory.

Would’ve toured longer, but management switched,

Wanted blacks in the back — man, that’s some sh—.

But shout out Urban Soul, they kept it real,

Still pushing local talent with passion and feel.

DJ Webbz — lil bro, so much drive,

Had that spark that kept the city alive.

DJ Luv showed me love, that bond got deep,

Turned to brothers in the grind, no secrets to keep.

And DJ Big C — family from the gym to the street,

We pushed crates and artists till the mission complete.

Can't forget DJ Buu Magic City wouldn't be the same without you

[Hook]

Turntables spin, the record breaks lives,

I was in them clubs watching dreams survive.

Every drop, every blend, every track they played,

Built another name from the ground they paved.

Turntables turning, the streets kept learning,

Every DJ spin was a fire still burning.

No radio deal, no corporate pay,

Just DJs showing love the Atlanta way.

[Verse 3]

DC The Brain Supreme — man, that’s history,

Spinning hits, but his story was mystery.

Had Strokers on lock, mouthpiece like gold,

Didn’t know he was Tag Team till the truth got told.

Came by the job just to grab some heat,

Coworker said, “That’s ‘Whoomp! There It Is’ on repeat.”

That’s how he linked me to Nando — solid connect,

Didn’t know that intro would earn so much respect.

Nando was the pulse, the life, the sound,

Every DJ booth, every club downtown.

Man, can’t believe you gone, I still hear your tone,

Late nights ventin’, “Bro, what’s wrong?”

Told you, “Keep pushin’, the city need your flavor,”

Now your name lives forever through every fader.

[Final Hook]

Turntables spin, the movement don’t stop,

From the block to the booth, from the grind to the top.

I did it for the artists, y’all did it for the sound,

That’s Atlanta love — we held each other down.

Turntables turning, that legacy deep,

Every DJ’s hand sowed the roots we keep.

From Nando to Funky, Dice to Ice,

We built the underground, paid the price.

[Spoken Outro]

Yeah… this for every DJ who ever took a CD out my hand.

Every time y’all gave a no-name artist a chance,

Y’all built somethin’ real in this city.

It wasn’t just about spins — it was about community.

DJ Funky, DJ Dice, DJ Luv, DJ Big C, DJ Dirtywork,

DC The Brain Supreme, DJ Don Juan, Skeeta, Chap,

VooDoo, Webbz, Majesty, D-Cas, Urban Soul —

Every single one of y’all kept the underground alive.

And to the artists still grindin’ — remember this:

Ain’t no song too small,

As long as a DJ believes in it.

Turntables don’t just spin records…

They spin legacies.

ATL forever.

Written by: Kevin Sansberry

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