| I am the original DJ Jazzy Jay
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| From the Mighty Mighty Zulu Nation
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| First I’ll say my name is um
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| Original scratch creater Grand Wizard Theodore
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| For those who don’t know, I started back out in '74.
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| Africa Bambata, Disco King Mario, Cool Herc, Grandmaster Flash
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| And you know, some of the pioneers who did it back then y’know
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| Hip hop is universal man, it all depends upon on what you do
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| Hip hop is like what you would call the bastard child of a lot of different
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| forms of music
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| I just feel good that a lot of rock bands are like, are like recognizing y’know,
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| the culture
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| We used to play these beats because they used to drive us on the dance floor
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| And people don’t really know that it’s a rock record until like the guitars
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| come in and stuff like that
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| We didn’t have no hip hop beats back in the days, we had to take it from
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| everywhere we could get it from
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| Jus' trying to take it to another level
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| That’s what keeps the music new and keeps it fresh
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| As far as y’know rock is concerned man, I think rock is, you know,
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| a big part of hip hop man
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| Rock helped influence hip hop, hip hop helped influence the world
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| Shhh
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| Yeah
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| Hey
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| Shhh
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| You hear me?
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| Ok
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| Listen
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| Yo
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| It’s like a triple stage darkness
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| Listen and drift
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| Every muscle in your skin
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| Starts to shake and shift
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| You can hate the gift
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| But my phrases daze ya
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| Click, spray ya face
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| When I spit
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| I mean it
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| Ya just too conceited
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| Repeating and repeating
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| Your a thug’d out gangsta'
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| PIMP 'til ya believe it
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| Seems like there’s too much Pac
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| We don’t need it
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| I’m cool on your heat
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| You can keep it
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| It’s not a big secret
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| This is a game ya can’t win
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| Ya singin' the same thing
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| But were bringin' the yin
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| So just close your eyes
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| And pretend again
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| That ya skin isn’t as thin
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| As the skin ya in
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| Bitch
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| Give me a second
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| Just to spell it out
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| So
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| Nobody can twist
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| What I’m takin' about
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| I don’t
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| Have to fake anything I feel
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| Because
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| We both know
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| Every word is real
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| So
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| Give me a second
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| Just to spell it out
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| So
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| Nobody can twist
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| What I’m takin' about
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| I don’t
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| Have to fake anything I feel
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| Because
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| We both know
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| Every word is real
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| Right about now, the funk soul brother
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| Check it out now, the funk soul brother (Handsome boys!)
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| Right about now, the funk soul brother
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| Check it out now, the funk soul brother
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| I got the skills of titanium, straight to the cranium
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| Try to play me and we can go to war like Iranians
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| A D-pack, I speak rap, as long as the beat phat
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| My chain be off the meat rack
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| Lord finesse, don’t harass the guards with four bars and piss on like half your
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| squad
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| So the savage, I don’t gain raps
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| I don’t harass the people playing russian roulette with automatics
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| See, on the street I’m top the rank
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| Three words, when I get the dice, stop the bank
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| Bet against me, you’ll get your cash
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| Leaving my street team, for nothing but ass whoopins
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| Hard hitters (Handsome Boys)
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| The type to sport the chicks on the arm like John Ritter
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| The bomb nigga, being stabbin' the third
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| Better play like Jehova witness, just spread the word, spread the word,
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| spread the word
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| The sky opens wide
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| Swallowing again
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| Once I am inside
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| I’m lost and can’t pretend
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| These pictures in my mind
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| Are not a part of me
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| These memories hold me tight
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| 'Til I can hardly breathe
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| (Breathe, breathe, breathe, breathe, breathe)
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| I can hardly breathe
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| (Breathe, breathe, breathe, breathe, breathe)
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| I can hardly stop the memories
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| Nothing I can say or do will
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| Take away what I’ve been through
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| What you were is what I’ve come to be
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| Nothing you can say to me
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| Will take away these memories
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| What you were is what I’ve come to be |