2Pac - Terror On The Tables (1988 Acapella) lyrics

Play Terror's on the cut
Listen up can't you hear him?
Don't sit there looking stupid,  come on
Help me cheer him
He might look like he's innocent
But don't get fooled
Soon as he touches turntables
He gets cold then cruel
Terror's tearing it up
I don't know how he does it
Every record that we give him
He plays it and he cut it
There's holes in all his clothes
That boy is a mess
He won't get up the turntables
'til he show his best
So would you give us applause
Clap your hands in his stance
And maybe then me and my crew we
Give some help for this man

Uh oh terror's on the tables
Uh oh terror's on the tables

He's a cuttin' maniac, the boy won't stop
Come on Terror take a break
Or maybe them he can wild
Last time we let him cut
He cut for three days straight
And at the rate he's goin' at
Who knows how long he'll take?
Even when we eatin' dinner
He cuts with his plate
He brought his table and his
Records to his first date
I think the boy's insane
'cause something has to be wrong
'Cause you can't get up on the
Tables and cut that long
He does it, he just stopped to eat
Intravenously fed
Good to see he take his turntables
And his records to bed
Oh, I don't know what to do
Talking 'bout crew

Uh oh terror's on the tables