Tonart: B minor
Verse 1
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For years I heard a myth
about a dying breed
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A true record spinning
DJ with the goods you need
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They broke to keep their gear
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Ooh, if this is a super
DJ dedicated hojo hit
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Somehow it passed on
through they veins
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It's hard to feel within they bloody
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where the funk remains
Hand- eye coordination,
a far cry greater
From hitting cutoffs, switching
Am
They know when hits be bumpin'
it's they third eye sense
They make all techno smack, no
DJs feel tense
E
Hit the fence if you's a copy,
Am
for cut- skippin' and sloppy
Hookas come to super beat like, play
this record for me poppy
All the rough heads who know that, re
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Super hardcore medley, the kind that
blow your throat back
Cause this one's for all
DJs that be in the house tonight
You gettin' pops cause you rock
that house parties
Twelve hundred,
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you spend it all for everybody
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You gettin' pops every time that I go on
Radio airwaves, the
underground soul
You gettin' pops cause you rock
you spend it all for everybody
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You gettin' pops every time that I go on
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Radio airwaves, the underground
soul
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Now the journey takes me
Am
something far and wide
Cause I'm searching for that
Am
He played the cut that he'd be known
with, truly strictly the bomb
Not just that everyday,
played out, same old song
E
Posted battles ain't af fecting this bottle,
With the, and the,
when he rolls up his sleeve
E
Am
The kid is tight with his selection,
no question, runnin' the show
E
Always checkin' for that
Am
MC with a sick, flow
The party vibe is hangin' on
to every move that he makes
E
Am
Some kids will strangle the mic,
E
while others pop up and break
Am
The kid is blinded by the beat, but
E
Am
never blinded by payola
E
He ain't playin' your string unless
Am
the strummer makes the rolla
So come on everybody,
Am
I know you got a super
E
Am
DJ lurkin' in your town
You might find him on the mix, show
Am
Tonight they get tin' daps and
props from everybody
Your props,
E
Am
cause you rock the house parties
Twelve hundred to spit it
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every time that I go on
Am
Radio airwaves from underground,
so on
Give me your props,
E
Am
cause you rock the house parties
Twelve hundred to spit it
out for everybody
E
Am
You need your pops
every time that I go on
E
Ready your airwaves for
I hope you never quit spinning,
that's from my heart
E
Keep your face down in the crates
Am
and set your a**es apart
Away from fundamentally shaky
second rate busters
Even
Toten I'll be there though, that couldn't
Relying on the cover for
no moves on
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Can't even add some weather flavor,
maybe move your s*** along
E
If up jumps the boogie, super
DJ bring the woogie
Am
Have you looking like the rookie,
E
sure it's true he was a rookie
So, hey
Am
DJ, play parts of songs
E
Confuse and mix it like a buster,
Am
but the groove goes on
So I keep vibin' and enjoy
my buzz
E
Because the way it will be,
as is, it always was
Am
You cause you rock your house
parties
Twelve hundreds,
you spend it all for everybody
Radio airwaves to underground, so on
You gettin' props cause you rock
Twelve hundreds,
Am
you spend it all for everybody
Givin' you props every time
that I go on
Radio, where we stand,
underground, so what?
E
Am
You get your pops, cuz you rock
your house parties
Cuz you rock your house parties
Cuz you rock your house
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parties
Am
1,200 to spend it out for everybody
You get your pops,
cuz you rock your house parties
1,200 to spend it out for everybody
E
Am
Givin' you bops every time that I go on
Radio airwaves to underground
Am
somewhere
E
Am
Cause you my
You can find
EmRatThich
Am
Bye
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