Lyrics

[Chorus] How many DJ's do you know that's from Russia? The [?] fanatic, label owner and searcher Record collector, producer, and jam promoter Combining with the force of a lyrical soldier [Verse 1] The chemistry right, the formula completed The situation is plain, gadgets are needed 007's a beginner in comparison CIA are ramagers, the FBI's embarrassin' On the crossfader, there's masses of gunpowder So when the cut's about to blow, it blows louder Leaving nothing but the illusion of The confusion is a, and the solution is a We manifest under oppression, put your mind to the test Control the jealousy then take a rest We appear from every direction The resurrection is witnessed by millions across the globe Nonetheless, scratches are vital The beats of course, the rhyme recital I ain't your average, the mission is suicidal That's where the experts enter Represent on the beats, the murderer And on the mic, the tormentor [Chorus] How many DJ's do you know that's from Russia? The [?] fanatic, label owner and searcher Record collector, producer, and jam promoter Combining with the force of a lyrical soldier [Verse 2] From Russia with love in the lab, the potion is mixed We ain't about being tricked We ain't about being slick Sly and cunning, the formation is mind-boggling Double agents with instruments as their weapons Keep 'em coming Surrender, we re-enter the scene With the force of a tornado while you return tender Identification is kept on file Fingerprints are matched, tryin' to track the style It's evident, you're a slave to your president Bullets are fired, but you miss so it's irrelevant Soldiers, missing in action Another casualty, major distractions Eliminated, caught on camera Trapped in digital film with stamina Techniques, twelves injected with the deadliest of venoms The cuts precise, lyrics are cold as ice The program, computer generated The men with the plan are on point and calculated The strategies, the face nobody sees The will of a thousand men, the strength of thirty MC's [Chorus] How many DJ's do you know that's from Russia? The [?] fanatic, label owner and searcher Record collector, producer, and jam promoter Combining with the force of a lyrical soldier [Bridge] I'm rhymin' and designin', also creatin' And you'll scratch and shake to my musical plot I'm rhymin' and designin', also creatin' And not another DJ rocks this type of beat I'm rhymin' and designin', also creatin' And you'll scratch and shake to my musical plot My treacherous beats make your ears respond And not another DJ rocks this type of beat Most Russians will know just by looking You are a foreigner But if someone should start to talk to you in Russian You might say [Verse 3] No need to panic To DJ'ing, he's an addict to rhyming I'm a fanatic, and lyrics flow automatic Artillery loaded and only fired in times Of havoc, a deadly performance performed And that's a promise The rap connection, the perfect beat The voice projection The direction is forward, you need protection Combination of minds, guts, beats, and rhymes Cause catastrophes and at the same time heal the blind Be sublime and in the same breath wreck your mind Be prepared and in the process, stay confined Cut the record, smash it to smithereens Take it from one extreme to the next, crushin' your dreams Global assassin, fearsome dynamic Simple but effective, hated but respected God will end the force, or be awesome devastate And an unstoppable when it's about to be dropped Get ready for the, the word on the street is It's all about to happen, ninjas got it together It's all about the, DJ Vadim from Russia Put the needle on the record and cut [Outro] Well, he's back once more, better than before Making all DJ's look amateur