Lyrics

(Ives Irie) For years I heard the myth about a dying breed A true record spinning dj with the shit you need They grow to keep they hip hop in the fly ass shit This is a super DJ dedicated hold your hit Somehow we pass on all through they veins It's hard to feel where the begin and where the funk remains Hand Eye coordination a far cry greater From hitting cut offs with your levels and cross faders They know when hits be bumping its there third eye sense They make all techno-specno DJs fell tense Hit the fence if you's a copy For cuts keeping it sloppy Rucas come to super B like "play this record for me papi" All the rough heads who know that Respect because we flow that Super hardcore medly, the kind that blow your throat back Cuz' This one is for all ya'll left to right And any super DJs that be in the house tonight You getting props cause you rock the house parties 1200s spinning out for everybody You get your props every time that I go on Radio airwaves, the underground and so on (Kemo the Blaxican) Now the journey takes me something far and wide Cause i'm searching for that Dj that's hard to find Play the cut that he be knowing truely strictly the bomb Not just the everyday played out same old song Plus the battles ain't affecting this vato you best believe With the (scratch) and (scratch) the when he rolls up his sleeve The kid is tight with his selection no question running the show Always checking for that Emcee with a sick ass flow The party vibe is hanging on to every move that he makes Some kids will strangle the mic, while others pop lock the brake The kid is blinded by the beat but never blinded by payola He ain't playing your shit unless the shit you make is the rola So come on everybody now lets all get down I know you got a super dj lurking in your town You might find him on the mix or maybe a house party Tonight he getting daps and props from everybody You getting props cause you rock the house parties 1200s spinning out for everybody You get your props every time that I go on Radio airwaves, the underground and so on (Ives Irie) I hope you never quit spinning that's from my heart Keep you face down in the crates and set your ass apart Away from fundamentalist shaky second rate busters Even totting out filero that couldn't cut the mustard Relying on the cover of an old ass song Can't even add some wave of flavor or maybe move your shit along If up jumps the boogey Super Dj brings the wookie Have you looking like a rookie So it's true he was a wookie So hey DJ play parts of songs The music makes your life a record but the groove goes on So I keep rocking and enjoy my buzz Because the way it will be, as is and always was You getting props cause you rock the house parties 1200s spinning out for everybody Giving you props every time that I go on Radio airwaves, the underground and so on Super Dj I got mine, you gotta get yours yours You getting props cause you rock the house parties 1200s spinning out for everybody Giving you props every time that I go on Radio airwaves, the underground and so on Cause you're my DJ