[ 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)