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Dj Jazz Jeff & The Fresh Prince - "Hes The D.j., Im The Rapper"
Lyrics to Hes The D.j., Im The Rapper : Uh uh, ah uh Yo Jeffrey Buss it What are ya doin in there' Word em up word em up word em up In the place at about this time DJ Jazzy Jeff and the Fresh Prince just bu bu buggin out Losing it all no sense Ay Jeff scratch it scratch it man, scratch it Uh aw that was decent Now scratch it a quick joint, a quick one Jeff Oh yeah yeah We just bugging we just having some fun Me and Jeffrey Hes the DJ, Im the Rapper Hello can anybody hear me You can aight thats good you can hear me Okay its clear its good okay everybodys got it One two One two and My rhymes have been written not to be bitten But as it seems, some suckers keep forgetting the rules about rappin, but thats alright Cause in the next five minutes Im a have them all uptight Stronger than a dinosaur, better known than Santa Man the battles I battle, I usually win em In less than a minute, but it all depends On how long it takes you rappers to realise That trying to defend yourself is ridiculous Didnt you get my message its out of the question Cause youre toys boys, Im the Real McCoy Im really gonna enjoy seeing you destroyed If I was Fred Flintstone Id probably own all of Bedrock If I was a criminal Id probably own a cellblock If I was in the Navy I would own the sea But Im a poet so I own the whole rap industry Im like a lion my man, and the streets are my den Its either kill or be killed, so I kill I kill again and again and again Surmount the times, rappers Ill slaughter them I tie em up and throw them in the water Then Ill just walk away like nothing ever happened until somebody else starts rappin Thats when I snap and Ill attack and go mad like Rambo or maybe like Commando, or like Lando Calrissian, cause you know he was down with the Force Fresh Prince is the source I feel no pain or remorse Think that you can beat me rappin man you must be silly Man I really really really really really really Hate when people, doubt my ability And I have to prove superiority If rap was basketball, I would be in luck Cause every time I freestyle it would be a slam dunk Man Im the engineer, and youre the passengers Taking on a voyage, a hip-hop massacre The Jason of rap, Freddy Kruger of rhymin And Im sure that youll see in due time man People will run, to Philadelphia Pennsylvania to all join in, to this Fresh Prince mania My face in magazines, on your radio or stereo Everywhere you go, audio and video A hip-hop terrorist, war like vocalist Other rappers say, yo Prince why dont you show me this Style now you must be trippin it aint no way in hell Ima let you put your lip in My rhyme cause its a timebomb, Im not kiddin My rhyme explodes the second it gets bitten Im quick and nimble, a status symbol I shop at Macys now but I used to shop at Gimbles Ill, drop kick a hurricane, bodyslam a tidal wave Walk through a tornado, or a volcano But Ill be okay though And heres some more info that you rappers should know You are the bombs and I will defuse you I am the lawyer and Im going to accuse you of the ultimate rhyme crime and you will be guilty Theres no way that youll ever ever defeat beat me rappin any time or day Pop so much trash, man I cant wait to be face to face, and hear Jeff say sick em Man youre gonna be my victim You better duck, and pray for good luck Chuck, cause youre stuck Youre like a Thanksgiving turkey and its time to be plucked I see youre nervous purpose thats how I now youre soft Youre runnin round like a chicken with your head cut off But just relax my power to the max And Im cuttin no slack on this rap track, Jack So back up, as if you got good sense Or feel the fury of the Prince And ya dont stop Yo Jazzy why dont you rock up the spots Yo Jazzy hey Jeff Im psyched Im psyched Give em a cut Jeff Ooh-wee check out my dish-jockey! Ay Jeffrey Jeffrey Jeffrey, a fast one Uh ha yeah Wow, ay Jeff Jeff, give em one of them fresh ones A fresh one Jeffrey No music, no music Woo, that was decent, that was decent Thats my DJ, thats my DJ Jazzy Jeff, Im the Fresh Prince Hi how ya doin' Hows everyone doin out there' Ooh! Im just here to talk about my DJ I was just I was just standin in here, really Really' Aight, okay, um On behalf of DJ Jazzy Jeff, and the Fresh Prince .. (Dont touch that dial) Thank you, and good night [ Hes The D.j., Im The Rapper Lyrics ]
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