Spinderella's Not a Fella

When the needle's picked up, the volume's kicked up

She's gonna fix up anything that's mixed up

When the record gets cut the crowd is lift up

You might think it is but...

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Spinderella's not a fella - what you say?

Spinderella's not a fella - that's ok

Spinderella's not a fella - watch her play

Spinderella's not a fella - but a girl dj

? spins you won't get

And flip the vocal style, rip the instrumental

Nice on a slice, swift on a mix

Those who dis will then be dismissed

Like a fever she'll heat up, burn, and feed her

If you can't put up then shut the hell up

All you mixmasters and cutmasters

True grandmasters even jammasters

Listen to what I'm sayin' on the mic

She's hard as a man, too sexy for a dyke

So let your ears hear what your mind can't conceive

Got a cut for your butt on the mix y'all she's no joke

With the microphone you're toast

Get ya hyped and excite, mysterious as a ghost

Check the style plus the swiftness

Don't take my word for it, you be the witness

No one lies when the truth is starin' them in the mouth

The needle won't stick, it's the record they hug

No alibis cuz the proof is in the puddin'

Mistakes on hip-hop breaks? she's just wouldn't

Make believe what she can do indeed

You're dealing with the queen of speed

Cuttin' the beats with ease, makin' the record bleed

Now then, you know what I mean...

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She's the inch long on the mixboard

Put your tape on pause and press record

Never does the same cut twice in one night

She'll go solo toe-to-toe like a vice

Grip the turntable and flip the record over

Heat up the party like a supernova

Because it's a girl don't mean jack

If jill tried to get ill, she'd get slapped

Wanna know her name and why she came?

Not to cause trouble but to entertain

I'm-a tell ya don't mistake her for a fella

The mix empress...spinderella!

Yeah, that's her title

The God of speed is her dj idol

Cuttin' like a maniac, clever as a brainiac

Only when the scene's packed will she react to

Anyone who dares to compare

The comp will be too much too bear

But this chick is big on tricks

With her wrist she'll flip within a spilt

Second, she's flexin' and checkin'

The level of the power meter will not be less than

Ten degrees, her sound won't distort

Mixin' ain't a job to her it's a sport

When the turntable speaks, take your advice

My homegirl is nicer than nice

She's a ? , a slave to the rhythm

If the crowd wants action then she'll give 'em

More than they can handle, this ain't a scandal

If the mix is mangled she'll untangle

It with a scratch on it, ain't that a bit?

The way she can switch from groove to groove

With no room to improve [yeah, I'm telling you]

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Cuts are made to be played not fade

Spin won't behave if she ain't paid

To get down, no let down

Put your bets down and just check how

She moves with the grace of a cat being pat

The wax hits hard as a bat

Automated just like automation

Imitation causes irritation

You owe it to yourself to see her

Go backstage and meet her

Get her autograph, take a photograph

I know that's too much to ask

Word, but don't give up hope

Spinderella's not a fella, spinderella's dope

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