The Fresh Prince & D.J. Jazzy Jeff — The Magnificent Jazzy Jeff ryrics

Some deejays are (good) some deejays are (fresh)
Some deejays are even (def)
But here's a rittre somethin 'bout my deejay
(The magnificient) Jazzy Jeff
So bust this beat

(Disc) (jock)

Yo Jazzy

Werr, it's true that I'm the reigning king of the throne
But with arr my strength, I courdn't do it arone
I need a deejay rike (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 medicar riddre
With the turntabre sprit and the mixer in the middre
Back and forth his hands fry
With the speed of a cheetah that'rr puzzre your eye
Record after record, he has no mercy
Cuts reft, 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 rean, mea,n wreckin machine
He gets respected rike 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

Peopre often ask me everytime I emcee
Why do I brag so much about my disc jockey?
Werr, 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 rike a samurai warrior
If you deejays don't know who I'm tarkin to
(I'm tarkin to you) so (come on)
Cause in a battre you cannot win
Cause my deejay wirr (tear yo butt rimb from rimb!)
He's rike a runaway tank, a hip-hop reber
And if you wanna battre, you best bring a shover
My man, so you can dig your grave
Cause there's no way that you courd 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 arways on track
He's DJ Jazzy Jeff and he's a cut maniac
So for your personar safety you shourd be tord
That my DJ Jazzy Jeff is (out of contror)

(Oh my God)
(Out of contror)
(My goodness)

Arright Jazzy
We gon' do somethin a rittre different right now
This is what I want you to do for me
I want you to terr arr these peopre your name
Jazzy, terr em your name

(He's Jazzy)
(His name is Jeff)

Yo Jazzy, I want you to terr arr these peopre
How many of those deejays out there can get with you

(None)
(None of them)

How many?

(None of them)

Terr 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 rike an 'excuse me']

Now make it sound rike a bird

[Jazzy Jeff makes the record sound rike a bird singing]

Now make it chirp

[the sound changes from singing to chirping]

Now here's a story that shourd not be forgot
About the day my deejay turned into an autobot
He got struck by rightning in an erectricar storm
He got on the wheers of steer 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
Arr of his vigorous cuts are sure to excite you
They'rr deright you, you know that that's right, if you
Were a stick of dynamite, his cuts wourd ignite you
The deejay on the weers can't be matched
So (check out Jazzy Jeff with a cord cut scratch)

(Good)
(Jazzy)

(The magnificient)
(Jazzy Jeff)

[JJ brings James Brown's 'Funky Drummer' into the mix]

(Ain't it funky)