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Artist: DJ Skully f/ Celph Titled
Album:  Champion Sounds
Song:   Turntable Science
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[Verse 1]
All you sucka DJ's take heed to this installment
Or get your face augmented
Celph Titled spit raw sentences, Skully freak the instruments and all that
Weak niggas fall flat without they slip mat, bangin' on wax
Got your neck hangin' from racks
Up in your studio with flamethrowers erasin' your DATs, it's serious
You ain't never in the DJ booth
You spinnin' parties at gay clubs in your birthday suit
When my microphone is on, my tracks get felt
"While the Technics spin, the wax is on the belt" <- Kool Keith
And we outstanding, like Buckingham Palace guards
Even if you weaponless, I'll still leave you unarmed, literally
Beat juggle your frame, leave your chest cracked
Stab you with the Stanton, smack you with the Vestax
"I can't wait, to break and eliminate" <- Rakim
Any DJ without this record in their crate
Even the most simplest scratch you can't do, nigga
Karaoke night's the only time you perform with Jigga
Your life is worth less than the trash it's been tossed in
Nobody carry your crates, now they carry your coffin
[Hook (scratches)]
"It's Celph Titled, muthafuckas"
"My tracks get felt"
"DJ Skully"..."bangin' on wax"
"Stab you with the Stanton, smack you with the Vestax"
"It's Celph Titled, muthafuckas"
"We demolish and kill"
"DJ Skully"..."knock you out in the first round"
[Verse 2]
Aiyyo Skully (What's the deal?) We gonna rip these fake DJ's?
(No question, Celph) Check the video for replays
We sellin' your defeat, makin' money off of haters
That's how my man flip the fader
With the Technics, knock you out in the first round
You hear the champion sounds?
You can crab scratch, but it's just an itch in your crotch
See me in the club with the finest bitch in the spot
I should have my own mixer, but I'm not a disc jockey
Be the first MC to have DMC sponsor me
Kidnap your kids from your bitch's place
Duct or electrical, we use all different types of "mix tape"
So get it straight or get ate up from your own gut
"Me sound wack? Wait up, hold up" <- Lord Finesse
And every piece of music that I did is on vinyl from the Rock 'n' Roll Hall of Hell
It's Celph Titled, muthafuckas
You think your style's tougher than leather? You should polish your skills
We demolish and kill
Crab DJ's, and you faggot rappers get it too
Skully, cut the wax and bring the muthafuckin' chorus through!
"It's like that"..."like this!"
"Muthafuckas tryin' to diss" <- Apathy
"You must be out of your fuckin' mind!"
"I can't ...?"
"DJ Skully, 'bout to fuck shit up"
"Celph Titled, number one"
"We callin' the shots"
"We don't give a fuck!"
"But hold up, I'm not done yet" <- Diamond D
"We don't rock a spot, we tear the roof off the bitch"
You have just witnessed real muthafuckin' turntable science
Sprinkled with a little bit of thug sauce
From Tampa Bay, to New York to the UK
Celph Titled, a.k.a. Frosty the Snowthug
And DJ Skully, a.k.a. Scratch Your Muthafuckin' Eyeballs Out
It don't get no more Godzilla than that
Catch a couple of those...and call me in the morning, muthafuckas!
Remember it ain't where you're from, it's where's your gat
Bitchass niggas!