Dj Jazzy Jeff The Fresh Prince The Magnicient Jazzy Jeff Lyrics

The Magnicient Jazzy Jeff Lyrics

Some deejays are (good) some deejays are (fresh)



Some deejays are even (def)



But here's a little somethin 'bout my deejay



(The magnificient) Jazzy Jeff



So bust this beat







(Disc) (jock)







Yo Jazzy







[ VERSE 1: The Fresh Prince ]



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







[ VERSE 2: The Fresh Prince ]



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







( *Jazzy Jeff produces burping sounds with the record* )







Say excuse me







( *Jazzy Jeff makes the scratch sound like an 'excuse me'* )







Now make it sound like a bird







( *Jazzy Jeff makes the record sound like a bird singing* )







Now make it chirp







( *the sound changes from singing to chirping *)







[ VERSE 3: The Fresh Prince ]



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)







(Good)



(Jazzy)







(The magnificient)



(Jazzy Jeff)







( *JJ brings James Brown's 'Funky Drummer' into the mix)







(Ain't it funky)