Artist: DJ Skully f/ Celph Titled Album: Champion Sounds Song: Turntable Science Typed by: firstname.lastname@example.org [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! [Hook] (scratches) "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" [Outro] Hahahahahahaha! 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 BLAAT! 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!