He'S The D.J. I'M The Rapper (Edit)

Uh, uh, ah, uh (uh, uh)
Yo Jeffrey, buss it (buss it)
What are ya doin' in there?
Word 'em up word 'em up word 'em up
In the place at about this time
D.J. Jazzy Jeff and the Fresh Prince just bu-bu-buggin' out

Losin' it all no sense
Ay, Jeff, scratch it, scratch it man, scratch it
Uh (uh, uh), aw, that was decent
Now scratch it, a quick joint, a quick one Jeff
Whoa, yeah, yeah
We just buggin', we just havin' some fun

Me and Jeffrey
He's the D.J., I'm the rapper (rapper, rapper)
Hello! Can anybody hear me?
You can? A'ight that's good you can hear me?
Okay, it's clear? It's good? Okay everybody's got it?
One, two
One, two, and-

My rhymes have been written not to be bitten
But as it seems, some suckers keep forgettin' the rules about rappin', but that's alright
'Cause in the next five minutes I'm a have them all uptight
Stronger than a dinosaur, better known than Santa
Man the battles I battle, I usually win 'em
In less than a minute, but it all depends
On how long it takes you rappers to realise
That tryin' to defend yourself is ridiculous

Didn't you get my message? It's out of the question
'Cause you're toys boys, I'm the Real McCoy
I'm really gonna enjoy seein' you destroyed
If I was Fred Flintstone, I'd probably own all of Bedrock
If I was a criminal, I'd probably own a cellblock
If I was in the Navy I would own the sea
But I'm a poet, so I own the whole rap industry
I'm like a lion my man, and the streets are my den

It's either kill or be killed, so I kill, I kill again and again and again
Surmount the times, rappers I'll slaughter them
I tie 'em up and throw them in the water
Then I'll just walk away like nothin' ever happened until somebody else starts rappin'
That's when I snap, and I'll attack and go mad like Rambo or maybe like Commando, or like Lando
Calrissian, 'cause you know he was down with the Force
Fresh Prince is the source, I feel no pain or remorse

Think that you can beat me rappin' man you must be silly
Man I really, really, really, really, really, really
Hate when people, doubt my ability
And I have to prove superiority
If rap was basketball, I would be in luck
'Cause every time I freestyle it would be a slam dunk
Man, I'm the engineer, and you're the passengers

Takin' on a voyage, a hip-hop massacre
The Jason of rap, Freddy Kruger of rhymin'
And I'm sure that you'll see in due time man
People will run, to Philadelphia, Pennsylvania to all join in, to this Fresh Prince mania
My face in magazines, on your radio or stereo
Everywhere you go, audio and video
A hip-hop terrorist, war like vocalist

Other rappers say, yo, Prince, why don't you show me this?
Style now you must be trippin' it ain't no way in hell I'ma let you put your lip in
My rhyme 'cause it's a time bomb, I'm not kiddin'
My rhyme explodes the second it gets bitten
I'm quick and nimble, a status symbol
I shop at Macy's now, but I used to shop at Gimble's
I'll, drop-kick a hurricane, body slam a tidal wave

Walk through a tornado, or a volcano
But I'll be okay though
And here's some more info that you rappers should know
You are the bombs and I will defuse you
I am the lawyer, and I'm goin' to accuse you of the ultimate rhyme crime and you will be guilty
There's no way that you'll ever, ever defeat, beat me rappin' any time or day
Pop so much trash, man, I can't wait to be face to face, and hear Jeff say, "Sick 'em"

Man you're gonna be my victim
You better duck, and pray for good luck Chuck, 'cause you're stuck
You're like a Thanksgivin' turkey, and it's time to be plucked
I see your nervous purpose, that's how I know you're soft
You're runnin' round like a chicken with your head cut off
But just relax my power to the max
And I'm cuttin' no slack on this rap track, Jack
So back up, as if you got good sense
Or feel the fury of the Prince (Prince)
And you don't stop

Yo, Jazzy, why don't you rock up the spots?
Yo, Jazzy
Hey Jeff I'm psyched I'm psyched
Give 'em a cut, Jeff
Whoa-wee check out my dish-jockey!
Ay, Jeffrey, Jeffrey, Jeffrey, a fast one

Uh-huh, yeah
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
Wow! Ay, Jeff, Jeff, give 'em one of them fresh ones
A fresh one Jeffrey
No music, no music
Whoo, that was decent, that was decent

That's my D.J., that's my D.J
Jazzy Jeff, I'm the Fresh Prince (Prince, Prince)
Hi (hi) how you doin'?
How's everyone doin' out there?
Ooh! (Ooh! Ooh! Ooh!)

I'm just here to talk about my D.J
I was sittin'-, I was just-, I was just standin' in here, really
Really? A'ight, okay, um, well
On behalf of D.J. Jazzy Jeff, and the Fresh Prince
(Don't touch that dial)
Thank you, and good night (and good night, and good night, and good night...)