The Magnificent Jazzy Jeff Lyrics

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 JazzyWell, 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 cutScratchin' 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 middleBack 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 versaI'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 sceneSo bust a move 'cause you know he's def
He's my DJ the magnificent Jazzy JeffPeople 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 coastThe 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 youSo 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 manSo you can dig your grave 'cause there no way
That you could ever be savedBecause 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 TownesCommandin' 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 godOut 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 godAlright 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 nameHe'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 JeffNow 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
[Incomprehensible] none of them, none of themNow make the record burp
Say excuse me
Now make the record sound like a bird
Now make it chirpNow 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 transformHis 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 youThey'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[Incomprehensible]