Crop, crop again
You know back on the hip hop's DJ
Lot of people talk with their game with their mouth
Dangerous people to hang with
That's a dangerous man who speak with his hand
Hit the turntable listen
That's a dangerous man who speak with his hand
Dilated junkies make the rookies drive slow
He don't need no introduction, he just bust in
Grab the turntables and then start hugging
DJ's are ducking, tucking their tails running
Well, blending, rocking at twelve hundreds
Or vest tax, one of them fresh cats
The type you definitely wanna bless with rats
So recognize that you met your match
But check out Babu with the cold, cut, scratched