[ throughout the song the first phrase is rhythmically   triggered off while the second one is being scratched ]      (I continued to rock while   Jeff was on the beat box)      (Hip-hop)      There was a party the other day, around my way   They asked if me and Jeff would play, we said okay   We dipped out to get the hip-hop apparatus   Came back with the posse in full effect status   While Jeff set up I said "Check 1-2, y'all   Everybody clap, let's begin to ball"   I was rappin acapella, but I had to stop   Cause chaos broke cause Jeff was on the beatbox      (I continued to rock while   Jeff was on the beat box)      Now cut it up, Jeff      (Hip-hop)      Did you know that...   Parties were all the same when we came up   We had to rearrange and make a change   I remember how it was, people standing still   The music was wack, so they chose to get ill   People started breaking and fights would start to break out   This is the reason why some people make out   Hip-hop to be bad, because of this behaviour   Then like a miracle two musical saviours   One with a microphone, the other with tables   Both of em ready, both willing and able   Bust on the scene like TNT   People said, "Who can it be?"   Can't you see it's Jeff and me   We are praised as musical scholars   Fast admiration manifestin dollars   Couple of kids with a bright idea   Didn't want a 9 to 5, made rap career   People tried to dis and make the egos shrink   But we believe in ourselves, so to hell what they think   Moving like a freight train, can't be stopped   Especially when I'm on the microphone and Jeff is on the beat box      (I continued to rock while   Jeff was on the beat box)      Now cut it up, Jeff      (Hip-hop)      I know I talk about Jeff a whole hell of a lot   But straight up, man, you gotta give him his props   There's not many people that can do what he does   Marley Marl, Teddy Riley and Hurby Luvbug   But other than that there's not many around   That can take that box and make it sound   Like anything that you could possibly want   Now here's a rhyme that sums it up   Jeff is diggy-diggy-di-dope and   You DJ's out there keep hopin   His beat boxes will be broken   But you might as well just keep hopin   He ciri-can't be tizzaken   You think he can, you're mistaken   All records he is brizzeakin   (Come on, man, you can make it)   Grammy winning musicians   His beat box is a-kizzickin   And all my rhymes are hizzittin   The album's out, so go get it   There ain't no way we stizzopping   We keep the parties rizzockin   We got the crowd a-hip-hoppin   When Jeff is on the beat box      (I continued to rock while   Jeff was on the beat box)      One more time, scratch, Jeff      (Hip-hop)      Mh - let's see what's next on the agenda   That's right, oh yeah, I've got it, I remember   I was discussin how when Jeff's on stage   He makes your hands clap, your feet tap, your eardrums pulsate   Your body will move as you flow with the groove   And you smile as he propiles his new rap tune   When he's on the stage he can't be stopped   'specially when I'm on the microphone and Jeff is on the beat box      (I continued to rock while   Jeff was on the beat box)      (Hip-hop)