your cuts were wack, what would you say (Yeah, right!) Jeff's about to give an incredible display And unequivocally prove that he's the best DJ His name is Jazzy Jeff
around (the DJ cuts the records) You know he's down His name is Jazzy Jeff aka Jeff Townes Commanding the cut he's always on track He's DJ Jazzy Jeff
fear it Any misconceptions killed it Anytime my mics turned on and I'm anywhere near it Ohhhh Yes yes yall, you don't stop Right about now we got DJ Jazzy Jeff
table He started spark at a dark with damian and I date I was down for a bit but that was just a DJ Starting spinning in the PJs with satcho and them
Masters at work Touch of jazz, collabo Take time to make time For all things work out so perfectly There is a place i often Close my eyes and drift
(feat. Raheem) [Whole Song voiced by Raheem: Background Vocals by Raheem & Valvin Roane] [Verse 1] I've seen streets we're youth are forced to take
to the raps I can act y'all Non-stop flow that might flood the dance hall Peace I'm out, be easy I get at y'all [DJ Jazzy Jeff scratchin]
you not around laying your dame Getting paper from a play in a lane Keep heat for any hater wanna test the rap And even more on the wax so sat jeff is
asleep So "I'm the Rapper, He's the DJ" I'm the one thats got the six year old nephew screamin "F/U/C/K" So Jeff, give me a scratch (scratched: "No!")
estate That means everything rented borrowed stolen And anything you might be holdin I Come like ?? it us Under pressure buss it Philly soul reaching Bumpy heart touching Jazzy like jeff
Instrumental
You know parents are the same, no matter time nor place They don't understand that us kids are going to make some mistakes So to you, all the kids all
for a home cooked meal Right now I hate my life But love the way I write For real I think I seen my death Think I like bumming g's from Jeff Pockets on
much you say without a sound (Ohooh) When we're gettin down Wanna rock wit u (Ooaoh) Amazed like a kid by the things that you did Specially when the DJ
I've seen streets, we're youth Are forced to take the long way home And I've seen mothers mourn The loss of there only born Still I believe, we are given
I hold it down I hold it down I hold it down I hold it down Aight, Staten Island, what up? Yeah, Long Island, what up? Come on Jazzy Jeff, y'all Philly
Masters at work Touch of jazz, collabo Take time to make time For all things work out so perfectly There is a place I often Close my eyes and drift off
Yo, just feeling the way that I do Hope lives on, if not through me through song I'm getting the long, take deep breaths and hold on I write like I realize
