Juggle Me (for The Dj's)

[defari]

Ay man, you call yourself a dj?

(whassup baby whassup baby?)

Ay what's this you got in your hands, cd's?

(oh fo' sho' baby, stop and go baby)

Ay you got any records man?

(nah, no turntables baby, cd's only)

No turntables?!

Juggle me, i'm best friends with technic

1200's, and dj's who stay blunted

Juggle me, i'm best friends with technic

1200's, and dj's who never fronted

I know i can can, like the pointer sisters

Hot commodity item, like porno pictures

Use what i choose and don't play to lose

For people who diss hip-hop, i got a short fuse

But irregardless what they think, what you want

Jungle drums full of bass for your trunk to pure funk

Raw lyrics spice it up like cayenne

Never on me or my skills do i be lyin

But steady fryin your brain with tight beats

Open your eyes, now you might see

Juggle me, i'm best friends with technic

1200's, and dj's who stay blunted

Runnin 'til the well runs dry

E-swift never run out of beats, no need to answer why

(that's right) and that means we're infinite

And when you're infinite -- you're never limited

And word up, ain't nobody could hold me

All star in the mix tape league, i average 40

[chorus: defari]

Juggle me, i'm best friends with technic

1200's, and dj's who stay blunted

Juggle me, i'm best friends with technic

1200's, and dj's who stay blunted

Juggle me, i'm best friends with technic

1200's, and dj's who stay blunted

Juggle me, i'm best friends with technic

1200's, and dj's who never fronted

Don't let the enemy get too close

Strike first, strike hard, then we ou-tro we ghost

Send the message that we're not to be touched or played with

Intentional foul is straight flagrant

Respect me and respect due

It's all good, we can party down and drink mad brew

(uh-huh) and just because you had a few

Took a picture or two, yo you're still not likwit crew

(uh-uhh) peace to cottonmouth lou

I'm here to do my do, mr. defari herut

Rhymes shine like the diamonds from the deepest mines of africa

I'm like your high tech cameras

Amazing to all those who watch

I rock a g-shock watch, half moon, and classic reeboks

[chorus]

The golden days, let it rain

Let the technic 1200 spin, let the music play

All eyes on the dj

Aiyyo i stay just west off the four-oh-five freeway

Feel free, use some leeway (uhh)

Run this again, make this your instant replay

We gets down, hot cuts, hot mix

I wants millions to know about me like chopsticks

The necessity..

.. is that i always keep a new mixtape baby, right next to me

Or within near proximity

Cause anywhere i hear hard beats is my vicinity

Lyrically i do surgery

You can go to germany, and ask if they heard of me

And b-boys won't hesitate to commentate

Blaze overseas and the states with this release date

[chorus] - 2x

Aiyy man (yo whassup money?)

Ay get up off the ground man (oh man, what happened?)

I didn't mean to hit you like that man i'm sorry

(it's cool though)

Ay man have you learned a lesson?

(yeah man, i gotta go back to the lab and learn how to be a real dj)

Real dj..