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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