The Magnificent Jazzy Jeff (Album Version) Lyrics

Some DJ's are (good)
Some DJ's are (fresh)
Some DJ's are even (def)
But here's a little sumtin 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-niac
So for your personal safety you should be told
That my DJ Jazzy Jeff is
(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)
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)
Now make the record burp
Say excuse me
Now make the record sound like a bird
Now make it chirp
Now heres 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)