The Magnificent Jazzy Jeff

Some deejays are good some deejays are fresh Some deejays are even def But here's a little somethin 'bout my deejay The magnificient Jazzy Jeff So bust this beat Yo Jazzy Well it's true that I'm the reigning king of the throne But with all my strength I couldn't do it alone I need a deejay like Jazzy to back me up So when I'm rockin on the mic he's on the crossfade 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 turntable 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 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 deejay the magnificient 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 deejay is the most from coast to coast The magnificient Jazzy Jeff wack destroyer Cuttin up records like a samurai warrior If you deejays don't know who I'm talkin to I'm talkin to you so come on Cause in a battle you cannot win Cause my deejay will tear yo butt limb from limb He's like a runaway tank a hip-hop rebel And if you wanna battle you best bring a shovel My man so you can dig your grave Cause there's no way that you could ever be saved Because the deejay cuts the record to create the sound The deejay cuts the record he's the best around The deejay cuts the record you know he's down His name is Jazzy Jeff a k a 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 My goodness 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 out of control Oh my God out of control Alright Jazzy We gon' do somethin a little 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 His name is Jeff He's Jazzy His name is Jeff He's Jazzy His name is Jeff He's Jazzy His name is Jeff He's Jazzy Yo Jazzy I want you to tell all these people How many of those deejays out there can get with you None None of them How many None of them Tell the truth None None of them None of them Now make the record burp Say excuse me Now make it sound like a bird Now make it chirp Now here's a story that should not be forgot About the day my deejay 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 as swift as a swiff The type of guy that other deejays don't 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 deejay on the weels can't be matched So check out Jazzy Jeff with a cold cut scratch Jazzy The magnificient Jazzy Jeff Jazzy Jeff The magnificient Jazzy Jeff Jazzy Jeff The magnificient Jazzy Jeff Jazzy Jeff The magnificient Jazzy Jeff The magnificient Jazzy Jeff Ain't it funky