This is how it goes
Give me your attention,
stop what you're doing and listen up
Because my partner in rhyme
is about to tear it up
Jeff, if someone said that
your beats don't excite
And that your cuts were wack,
what would you say?
Jeff's about to give an incredible display
And unequivocally prove
that he's the best
DJ
His name is
Jazzy
Jeff and he's preparing to
shake and make a move
With his long and strong
theme song called
The
Groove
A lot of
DJs, they're just showin'
pieces of statues
My
DJ's swift and exciting and comin' at you
To other
DJs,
Jeff is just too much
He doesn't use the lines,
which is a transformed crutch
Never missin' beats,
always on time with the rhyme
You know the specters are fine when
intertwined with the baseline
Live in concerts
Jeffers never memorates
You don't believe he's deaf?
Check the flex!
I could talk forever but still never explain
Why
DJs fling when they hear
Jeff's name
Jeff is number one,
even though he just begun
Ruling hip hop as if he
wasn't still at the hun
We make records and all is
under the kaleidoscope
We work hard so people can't deny
Some music makes you shake,
some makes you move
This beat is dope and it's called
The
Groove
We worked for months, days,
and hours and seconds
But we just couldn't seem
to finish this record
So we wished for help
But it came no sooner than we did
There he was,
Grover
Washington
Jr.
He fixed the mix and switched up the pitch
And looked at his horn and his
hand started itchin'
His lips got locked, his horn got hot
And it was smooth like a busy cop
Come on!
Break break!
Come on!
Come on!
Come on!
Come on!
It's been a secret and
Jeff is about to reveal it
He'll get you hyped, no
DJ if
Jeff is
Jeffin'
He makes you smile and
Bob
Wooley's flexin'
He's a magician of sorts,
he's kind of a sport
Jeff houses the wheels like
Michael
Jordan
of course
Ask who's the best and
people all say that
Jeffery is
Here's a math lesson so you can all see how
1 plus 1 is 2
And 2 plus 1 is 3
And 2 plus 2 is 4
And 1 plus 2 is 3
Look, it's simple, just admit it
Jeff is the devil, she wanted the battle,
forget it
You're a fool, you're slipping,
you're loony, you're crazy
The whip's no answer,
be just your butt, baby
The music is dope,
now don't fight it, just give it
And yo
Jeff man, tell em how you livin'
I made the beat hype,
Grover made it
And it's dope right?
It's the groove