DJ Nightmare

Spoken intro]

-Yo Rodney, why these motherf-ckin' DJs don't scratch on these

rap records no more?

-'cause they can't scratch, man. They get up there on stage, man,

act like they gon' scratch, ain't scratchin' nothin' but they ass.

-I guess. ..but what you think I should do, then?

-You first grab the mic and tell them how you feel, then while the

record's goin', just start tearin' up sh-t.

-Right.

[Cue beat]

[Joe Cooley]

I'm, the, DJ's nightmare on that cypher[?]

Turntable black acrobat scratching, ripping

So all you damn DJs, think you can get some

Battle with me, and then you step, you know that's dumb

I got the title round hangin' down on my chest

Lay with that, lick to the Rolex[?]

Next time, but wait, comin' from a different game

Hits comin' out, breakin' you down, givin' you pain

I got my turntable spinnin' in the background

I wanna rip a DJ's ass right now

So that's the fact(?).. step the hell back

I got a green light, n-gga, watch me whack!

[Scratching segment]

(I-am-here-to-raise-some-hell, hell -raise-raise-raise raise some,

hell)

[Rodney O]

You had a DJ's nightmare

You woke up sweatin, huh

Got mad and called Joe a punk, chump

You don't know, so get faded like a haircut

You just move so smooth you bust a nut

So when you go to bed be ready

Joe Cooley's in your dreams like Freddy

You tried to step to Joe like you're a hero

I'll name a movie after you, 'Less Than Zero'

Your DJ struggle and your rapper's name is MC Strain

Rodney O and Joe pullin' sixths of pain[??]

Right now I got your DJ scared

Joe Cooley, show 'em why you give 'em DJ nightmares

[More scratching]

( Yo, hey, hey [x6] )

Stop and stare, if you dare, to be aware

When Joe Cooley's on the table he's the DJ's Nightmare

You better flee the scenes when he comes to town

Master scratcher on display, so gather around

Never known to be a jerk, just known for doin' work

He gives new meaning to the word berserk

Because a blow off, and show off, a move or two

Then he'll stop to sign an autograph when he's through

Killin' off the competition now there ain't nothin' left

Ninja of the tables; DJ of death

In your sleep, you dream of the day you battle

But you choke when you move,

cause you know you got capped, fool

[Beat goes on during conversation]

-Yeah, the 80's was the decade of the DJ, but in the 90's

the DJ done faded. What's up with all that?

-I don't even know, man, these DJs be up on stage now,

and they ain't even doin' nothin' man, they just stage props

or somethin', man, I don't know what the deal is.

-'ey, yo Joe Cooley, show 'em what time it is.

-Yeah.

(Battle anybody [scratched - x8] )

-Yeah, I wanna say what's up to all the top L.A. DJs out there,

DJ Bobcat, wanna say what's up to DJ Aladdin, DJ Trace D(?), wanna

send a shout out to DJ Street, the cross-fade beast, and I wanna send

a shout-out to my homeboy, DJ crew, what's up foo', I wanna send a

shout-out to Tony A, another one to my homeboy Coolio D[?], and my

homeboy, poppin' DJ Train.

[Instrumental till end]