The Magnificent Jazzy Jeff Lyrics

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 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)