Magnificent

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