Ooh...we done did it now...let’s go 

DJ’s, MC’s, from the 615 to London streets 

Turn it up hip hop 



We still doing it legitimate 

Still stick with it 

Wackness still gets the brick hit in it 

This is for my people three decades strong 

From the streets of the Bronx, New York to Hong Kong 

With this million dollar fad and look we’re all laughing 

We’re attacking the masses with passion 

We are the babes of the Kool Herc crates 

Peace to Biz B, Sup C, JMJ 

And all the veterans who never did Letterman 

Who never saw the city from the top of a Sheraton 

And all my heroes who never did Leno 

Who never rock a demo in the back of a limo 

But now it makes more sense because it’s making more cents 

And I can eat fine because the streets said gimme mine 

(Maj) with manChild and uncle Ed in charge 

I thank God for 93 Tribe Quest Maraud 



DJ’s, MC’s, from the 615 to London streets 

Turn it up hip hop 

Universal appeal we don’t (stop) 

Ladies - DJ’s, MC’s 

Represent for the mommies and all the poppies 

Turn it up hip hop 

Universal appeal you don’t (stop) 



Universal appeal had chuck searching for steal 

At a hour of chaos that brother worked to reveal 

Gotta personal feel for players serving them deals 

Still murk and they steal with a blurred version of skill 

I’m certainly ill in the first person until 

Searching frequencies that burn and turn the virtual reel 

Wheel spinning style with a hundred miles and running 

FBI files reads manChild is up to something 

My punishment is time served when I’m locked in the booth 

And realize that the wealthy never buy stock in the truth 

Discipline there mini-men and they rock for the youth 

Cause the veterans that raised me gave a positive view 

(Mars Ill) top of the pile still I lies on the bottom 

But without your (Africa) Bambaataas the whole column is falling 

It’s bigger than right now so put up or pipe down 

If you’re liking the sound then you’re running with the right crowd 



DJ’s, MC’s, from the ATL to overseas 

Turn it up hip hop 

Universal appeal you don’t (stop) 

Ladies - DJ’s, MC’s 

From east coast saggy to west coast crease 

Turn it up hip hop 

Universal appeal you don’t (stop) 



(Solo section) 



DJ Maj, DJ Kutt, Paul Point 

My raps stay rooted by the corners and curves like a ghetto rose 

Y’all need better flows get a pose 

Heaven knows you need a whole new gimmick 

Cause now a days dudes throwing old school in it 

Flow for two minutes blow a few digits 

They even got a little image but it ain’t the same 

It’s like I almost hate the game but I live it 

Y’all only came to visit I stayed with it 

I got kids in Cleve and believe 

And in Oakland they open and hoping and hoboking 

And they all knowing where I’m from 

And I ain’t gotta flash my gun and act dumb 

Y’all like scene three act one 

While y’all act I executive produce 

To tell you the truth I had a feeling in my gold tooth 

You’re only real when you go in the booth (Special ED y’all) 



DJ’s, MC’s, from the 718 them Brooklyn streets 

Turn it up hip hop 

Universal appeal you don’t (stop) 

(Everybody) DJ’s, MC’s 

Took it from nothing to something so respect these 

Turn it up hip hop 

Universal appeal you don’t (stop)