The Double K Show

It's not turntablism, it's hip hop
 It's not turntablism, it's hip hop
 It's just what it is
 You got a DJ, I guess that's nice
 He practises his stunts while mine rolls fat blunts
 And dices the ones and two's
 Double K troubling crews
 That can't understand the way his hands move
 God given gift of being swift on the tables
 Try and copy his cuts, you're nuts and not able
 The RCA cable can barely transmit it
 Stepping using his weapons you're tripping kid forget it
 Cause he can keep it on beat tranforming quicker
 And serve that ass like a cold glass of hard liquor, the jack tripper
 Probably even rocked the regal degal
 As Double works the needle like a sweatshop illegal
 I've seen him rock a wedding and everybody was sweatin
 He did it in the DMC cos don't keep me forgetting
 It's not about a routine, but how hard you rock
 From touring oas to guesting parties on the block
 He's a one man, comparable to thunder
 You see him before you hear him and that's why crews fear him
 A big motherfucker controlling the ones and twos
 Fat black DJ like them old school grooves
 *Scratching*
 Now I can macaroni in the two techniques
 Still chilling like Norman Rogers with my hands out speed
 I'm never hamster using I'm crossfader cruising
 Slip mats and hard liquors be the tools that I'm using
 DJ, gather around, check out the way it gets done
 I don't need no headphones, they get in my way son
 So watch me get busy like a telephone line
 Ey yo, it's DJ Double K I said I'm going for mine
 *Scratching*