Some DJ's are good, some DJ's are fresh   Some DJ's are even def   But here's a little somethin' about my DJ   The magnificent Jazzy Jeff so bust this beat, go Jazzy      Well, it's true that I'm the reignin' kick of the throne   But with all my strength, I couldn't do it alone   I need a DJ like Jazzy to back me up   So when I'm rockin' on the mic he's on the cross fade 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 turntables 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'll 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 DJ the magnificent 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 DJ is the most from coast to coast      The magnificent Jazzy Jeff wack destroyer   Cuttin' up records like a samurai warrior   If your DJ's don't know who I'm talking to   I'm talking to you      So come on 'cause in a battle you cannot win   'Cause my DJ will tear your butt limb from limb   He's like a runaway tank, a hip hop rebel   And if you want a battle, you best bring a shovel, my man      So you can dig your grave 'cause there no way   That you could ever be saved      Because the DJ cuts the records to create the sound   The DJ cuts the records, he's the best around   The DJ cuts the records, you know he's down   His name is Jazzy Jeff aka 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, oh my god, out of control, oh my god   Oh my god, out of control, oh my god, out of control, oh my god   Out of control, oh my god, out of control, oh my god   Out of control, oh my god      Alright Jazzy we gonna do a little sumthin' 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, Jazzy, his name is Jeff   He's Jazzy, Jazzy, his name is Jeff   He's Jazzy, Jazzy, his name is Jeff   He's Jazzy, Jazzy, his name is Jeff      Now Jazzy I want you to tell all these people   How many of these DJ's out there can get with you   None, none, none of them, how many, none of them   [Incomprehensible] none of them, none of them      Now make the record burp   Say excuse me   Now make the record sound like a bird   Now make it chirp      Now here's a story that should not be forgotten   About the day my DJ turned into an Autobot   He got struck by lightning in an electrical storm   He got on the wheels of steel and began to transform      His name is Jeff and he's the swift of the swift   The type that other DJ's do not 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 DJ on the wheels can't be matched   So check out Jazzy Jeff with a cold cut scratch      [Incomprehensible]