The Magnificent Jazzy Jeff

Some DJ's are good, some DJ's are fresh Some DJ's are even def But here's a little somethin' about my DJ The magnificent Jazzy Jeff so bust this beat, go Jazzy Well, it's true that I'm the reignin' kick of the throne But with all my strength, I couldn't do it alone I need a DJ like Jazzy to back me up So when I'm rockin' on the mic he's on the cross fade cut Scratchin' and mixin', mixin' and scratchin' Second after second, it's the record he's catchin' His hands are so fast that it's a medical riddle With the turntables split and the mixer in the middle Back and forth his hands fly With the speed of a cheetah that'll puzzle your eye Record after record he has no mercy cuts Left cuts right then he cuts vice versa I'm not exaggerating I said it and I meant it I'll resent it if you say that his cuts are precedented He's a lean, mean wreckin' machine He gets respected like a king when he's on the scene So bust a move 'cause you know he's def He's my DJ the magnificent Jazzy Jeff People often ask me everytime I emcee Why do I brag so much about my disc jockey Well, the reason that I brag and I boast the most Is 'cause my DJ is the most from coast to coast The magnificent Jazzy Jeff wack destroyer Cuttin' up records like a samurai warrior If your DJ's don't know who I'm talking to I'm talking to you So come on 'cause in a battle you cannot win 'Cause my DJ will tear your butt limb from limb He's like a runaway tank, a hip hop rebel And if you want a battle, you best bring a shovel, my man So you can dig your grave 'cause there no way That you could ever be saved Because the DJ cuts the records to create the sound The DJ cuts the records, he's the best around The DJ cuts the records, you know he's down His name is Jazzy Jeff aka Jeff Townes Commandin' the cut, he's always on track He's DJ Jazzy Jeff and he's a cut maniac So for your personal safety you should be told That my DJ Jazzy Jeff is out of control, oh my god Out of control, oh my god, out of control, oh my god Oh my god, out of control, oh my god, out of control, oh my god Out of control, oh my god, out of control, oh my god Out of control, oh my god Alright Jazzy we gonna do a little sumthin' different right now This is what I want you to do for me I want you to tell all these people your name Jazzy tell 'em your name He's Jazzy, Jazzy, his name is Jeff He's Jazzy, Jazzy, his name is Jeff He's Jazzy, Jazzy, his name is Jeff He's Jazzy, Jazzy, his name is Jeff Now Jazzy I want you to tell all these people How many of these DJ's out there can get with you None, none, none of them, how many, none of them none of them, none of them Now make the record burp Say excuse me Now make the record sound like a bird Now make it chirp Now here's a story that should not be forgotten About the day my DJ turned into an Autobot He got struck by lightning in an electrical storm He got on the wheels of steel and began to transform His name is Jeff and he's the swift of the swift The type that other DJ's do not want to have to reckon with He's by my side as I rock the mic All of his vigorous cuts are sure to excite you They'll delight you, you know that that's right If you were a stick of dynamite his cuts would ignite you The DJ on the wheels can't be matched So check out Jazzy Jeff with a cold cut scratch