| Well I’m first to rock, Moe Luv’s the disc jock
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| By my side and wit the mix
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| ?Clyde? |
| scratches, mathces, all cuts combine
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| The faster master, more quicker than the grand
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| Peep his hand going back and forth
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| North, wit the fader, smooth
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| ?Peeking this? |
| watch where the needle can groove
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| And move and lose it trying to bite
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| His fingers are? |
| as I ride the skills
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| Of a champ, the vamp, blow watts in the amp
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| And stamp your brain, as I ride and glide and hide
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| Moe Luv is on the mix tonight, Moe Luv
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| Ok, now Moe is on the mixer
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| So get ready, cuz here’s another twister
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| About the way he gets the crowd to move
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| And groove and dance to the things he do And prove the way he sway and lift and shape
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| And rock hard, all night he’s on and on Swiftly slicing, cuts are nice and smooth like rice and
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| Beans, another cut rises
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| Moe surprises more than one
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| 2, 3, 4, 5, the jam packed crowd
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| Of biters and writers
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| Accumulating reciters observing
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| Cuts from the master as I move faster
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| Pass the wack DJs
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| Going on, flowing on, smooth and sailing on Moe Luv is on the mix tonight, Moe Luv |