DJ Jazzy Jeff, The Fresh Prince - The Magnificent 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

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, mean 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

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)

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)