The Magnificent Jazzy Jeff

Some deejays some deejays

Some deejays are even

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 mea n 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)

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)

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

[Jazzy Jeff transforms]

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)