| It’s not turntablism, it’s hip hop
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| It’s not turntablism, it’s hip hop
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| It’s just what it is
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| You got a DJ, I guess that’s nice
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| He practises his stunts while mine rolls fat blunts
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| And dices the ones and two’s
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| Double K troubling crews
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| That can’t understand the way his hands move
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| God given gift of being swift on the tables
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| Try and copy his cuts, you’re nuts and not able
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| The RCA cable can barely transmit it
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| Stepping using his weapons you’re tripping kid forget it
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| Cause he can keep it on beat tranforming quicker
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| And serve that ass like a cold glass of hard liquor, the jack tripper
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| Probably even rocked the regal degal
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| As Double works the needle like a sweatshop illegal
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| I’ve seen him rock a wedding and everybody was sweatin
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| He did it in the DMC cos don’t keep me forgetting
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| It’s not about a routine, but how hard you rock
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| From touring overseas to guesting parties on the block
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| He’s a one man, comparable to thunder
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| You see him before you hear him and that’s why crews fear him
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| A big motherfucker controlling the ones and twos
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| Fat black DJ like them old school grooves
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| Now I can macaroni in the two techniques
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| Still chilling like Norman Rogers with my hands out speed
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| I’m never hamster using I’m crossfader cruising
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| Slip mats and hard liquors be the tools that I’m using
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| DJ, gather around, check out the way it gets done
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| I don’t need no headphones, they get in my way son
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| So watch me get busy like a telephone line
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| Ey yo, it’s DJ Double K I said I’m going for mine |