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Will Smith Lyrics for Song: He's the DJ, I'm the Rapper
 Lyrics for Album: He's the DJ, I'm the Rapper [1988]
 
 
 
 38220>Uh uh, ah uh
 
 Yo Jeffrey Buss it
 
 What are ya doin in there?
 
 Word em up word em up word em up
 
 In the place at about this time
 
 DJ Jazzy Jeff and the Fresh Prince just bu bu buggin out
 
 Losing it all no sense
 
 Ay Jeff scratch it scratch it man, scratch it
 
 Uh aw that was decent
 
 Now scratch it a quick joint, a quick one Jeff
 
 Oh yeah yeah
 
 We just bugging we just having some fun
 
 Me and Jeffrey
 
 He's the DJ, I'm the Rapper
 
 Hello can anybody hear me
 
 You can aight 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 forgetting 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 trying to defend yourself is ridiculous
 
 Didn't you get my message its out of the question
 
 Cause you're toys boys, I'm the Real McCoy
 
 I'm really gonna enjoy seeing 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 nothing 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
 
 Taking 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 timebomb, 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, bodyslam 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 going 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 Thanksgiving turkey and it's time to be plucked
 
 I see you're nervous purpose that's how I now 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
 
 And ya 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
 
 Ooh-wee check out my dish-jockey!
 
 Ay Jeffrey Jeffrey Jeffrey, a fast one
 
 
 
 Uh ha yeah
 
 
 
 Wow, ay Jeff Jeff, give em one of them fresh ones
 
 A fresh one Jeffrey
 
 No music, no music
 
 Woo, that was decent, that was decent
 
 That's my DJ, that's my DJ
 
 Jazzy Jeff, I'm the Fresh Prince
 
 Hi how ya doin?
 
 How's everyone doin out there?
 
 Ooh!
 
 I'm just here to talk about my DJ
 
 I was just I was just standin in here, really
 
 Really? Aight, okay, um
 
 On behalf of DJ Jazzy Jeff, and the Fresh Prince ..
 
 (Don't touch that dial)
 
 Thank you, and good night
 
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