(This is far out)



Drop it



Yeah

Dissin all you Robidog deejays that suck

And I ain't gotta call no names



[VERSE 1: Mixmaster Ice]

My name is Mixmaster, battle me if you're able

But for now I'm just chillin and yo, I stay stable

One day I react and then it's slow like radiation

Cause suckers bite my cuts, they keep tracin

Me, fraudulatin, then pretend to be the best

I got hands like bombs and they inflict death

My complexion is cream, my ego won't break

And I don't get conceited to the point where my head inflates

So if you wanna battle me, don't get sloppy

Cause when I start cuttin - yo, you better stop me



(Wack DJ's, he cut the mess out of you)



[VERSE 2: Mixmaster Ice]

It's somethin about my tactic that makes my scratch kick

A lotta disc jockeys bluff but I react quick

Stay nimble, win battles by landslides

Can do a cut better than you with my hands tied

Behind my back, so hold your breath in

I'm expellin a rhyme within a fraction of a second

Jack of all trades, so label me a veteran

You know my crew by the UTFO lettering

My voice box interlocks on any intercom

I only cut to build the biceps on my arm

My name is Mixmaster, deejays be aware

Because I treat my turntables like car ware

And if you wanna battle me from lack of respect

Ts.. balls - my cut is correct



[scratches]



[VERSE 3: Mixmaster Ice]

The M-i-x has a quick reflex

It's like a hologram picture, the plot on the set

I'm not a misfit and yo my cuts get better

Label me awesome, the critics all sever

Me from a amateuristic opponent

You wanna battle me? Ha-ha, postpone it!

You can't make what I innovate

The indicator will break if you record me on tape

And yo, I get with it, keep the needle on the pivot

Leader of the Pack, this title I fit it

Jack of all trades but cuttin is my hobby

So listen to the property, the structure and the body

And if you wanna battle me from lack of respect

Ha.. balls - my cut is correct



[scratches]



[VERSE 4: Mixmaster Ice]

I can take a record apart, then put it back together

I'm clever - never, ever

Lost to any cause, cause it's vital

Practiced and rehearsed to keep this title

I won't be categorized as mediocre

Temper with your psychee and then provoke ya

Runnin off your mouth and talkin crap to me

Is like puttin your dome between a guillotine

It's been that way since block-partyin

I mesmerize your mind, then work your body and

No time for profilin or ladi-dadi-in

This was predetermined since kindergartian

I'll put my 12's in a museum

So fools like you will pay to come see em

And if you wanna battle me from lack of respect

Balls, baby - my cut is correct



[scratches]



My cut is correct



I guess I'm gonna have to just

(Sign em up, s-s-sign em up)

Yeah

(Sign em up, sign em up, sign em up)

(Sign em up, s-s-sign em up, sign em up)

Sign em all up like children

(Sign em up, s-s-sign em up

Sign em up, sign em up, sign em up

Sign em up, s-s-sign em up, sign em up)



[scratches similar to morse code]



Yeah, morse code scratch in effect

UTFO style

East Flatbush rock on!