Yo,
I dig deep down in the crates
Seven, ten, and twelve -inch brakes
Dirty, stinking, dust, you name it
There ain't no rules makin'
beats in the basement
Bass kick, high stare
Chef is in the kitchen and
he's cookin' with care
Choppity chop, needle full of dirt
Mixin' that chin to makin' it work
B -Boy, the real McCoy
Sleepin' in the studio with my new toys
Vintage vinyl, criminal minded
Sample my sample
cause you're never gonna find it
Get your hands off my records
Sucker, pissin' me off
If I was in your shoes, buyin' reissues
The drums wouldn't be so soft
Get your hands off my records
They belong to my dad and mom
All you makin' is original beats
When you gonna make an ori ginal song?
I'm on the newness,
you knew this all along
Your whole style is mathematically wrong
Nice loop there, El Producto
You got a turtle poking out the back of your butt,
so I think it's time that you kids learn to behave
JD's rolling over in his grave
Better play another game of Nintendo
And throw your NPC out the window
You couldn't cut up a
piece of cake
Googling the internet for
hip -hop breaks
There's nothing musical
about your music
You're never gonna make it,
don't be stupid
Get your hands off my wax
You hacks and freaks and
fashionable geeks
Is there a button you can
press in your computer
you can press to make dope beats?
Get your hands off my records,
they don't belong to you
If I could call James
Brown right now,
that's exactly what he'd tell you to do,
sucker
Well listen up,
I'll save you some tears
The truth is gonna hurt a lot more
in a couple years
I know you're young and
still paying dues
And your brand new sound's
already been used
One time for your mind, I guess
Do yourself a favor
cuz your flavor is tone -deaf.
It's never too late to
throw in the towel.
Stop making those wack
beats right now
You're so foul.
Nobody cares production out of order.
We need some repairs
It takes talent and I quote
some people have it some people
don't get your hands
off my records loser
You're never gonna win
spend your money in
this whole section
instead of mining for
diamonds in the dollar bin
Get your hands off my
records sucker.
Don't know how to act
1995 is on the phone
and he says he wants his style back
Sucker Sucker
Say sass, say sass,
say sass
Point
Say tell my boss
Say cheeky
Cheeky