The Double K Show - People Under The Stairs

It’s not turntablism, it’s hip hop

It’s not turntablism, it’s hip hop

It’s just what it is

You got a DJ, I guess that’s nice

He practises his stunts while mine rolls fat blunts

And dices the ones and two’s

Double K troubling crews

That can’t understand the way his hands move

God given gift of being swift on the tables

Try and copy his cuts, you’re nuts and not able

The RCA cable can barely transmit it

Stepping using his weapons you’re tripping kid forget it

Cause he can keep it on beat tranforming quicker

And serve that ass like a cold glass of hard liquor, the jack tripper

Probably even rocked the regal degal

As Double works the needle like a sweatshop illegal

I’ve seen him rock a wedding and everybody was sweatin

He did it in the DMC cos don’t keep me forgetting

It’s not about a routine, but how hard you rock

From touring overseas to guesting parties on the block

He’s a one man, comparable to thunder

You see him before you hear him and that’s why crews fear him

A big motherfucker controlling the ones and twos

Fat black DJ like them old school grooves

Now I can macaroni in the two techniques

Still chilling like Norman Rogers with my hands out speed

I’m never hamster using I’m crossfader cruising

Slip mats and hard liquors be the tools that I’m using

DJ, gather around, check out the way it gets done

I don’t need no headphones, they get in my way son

So watch me get busy like a telephone line

Ey yo, it’s DJ Double K I said I’m going for mine