
Lyrics [LIFElong] JS-1, Technique, LIFELong, yo I only roll with two master turn turntablists, who switch up records making wax and needles kiss. Not these amateurs only relying on playlists. My man JS-1 will make vinyls say ouch. From the cuts and scratch even Technique can vouch. While ya'll DJs just learning to speak with hands, most dick-jockeys ain't really moving no jams, just sitting back getting under the table payola. Weak mixtapes with emcees writing drafts with crayola. My peeps be (?) spinning great exclusives. Juggling wax, got ears vibing off the new shit, while wanna-be DJs got me asleep during their mix. I feel like slicing that ax and detaching fingertips. Now all you gotta do is take note, and watch real turntable technicians show ya'll the ropes. Respect to DJs who represent everyday, all-day, let this shit here play. [Chorus] Here's to DJs who play that real hip-hop, not for popularity reasons, just for the love of the art. Turntablist, Audio Technician, JS only the steel. Can break a beat, cut, scratch, and stand form. *DJ scratching* I don't need MTV, I can smash your click like 1-2-3. [Immortal Technique] I conduct guerilla warfare throughout the PJs. On a government controlled by wack DJs. Playing watered down commerical, 'cause of payola, taking orders from the label on the two-way motorolla. Spit solar-rays on DJs who think they raw, right before I break your fingers off in a car door. Then I'ma give your girl a C-Section with a chainsaw, and <b>...</b>
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