It's not turntablism, it's hip hop It's not turntablism, it's hip hop It's just what it is You got a DJ, I guess that's nice He practises his stunts while mine rolls fat blunts And dices the ones and two's Double K troubling crews That can't understand the way his hands move God given gift of being swift on the tables Try and copy his cuts, you're nuts and not able The RCA cable can barely transmit it Stepping using his weapons you're tripping kid forget it Cause he can keep it on beat tranforming quicker And serve that ass like a cold glass of hard liquor, the jack tripper Probably even rocked the regal degal As Double works the needle like a sweatshop illegal I've seen him rock a wedding and everybody was sweatin He did it in the DMC cos don't keep me forgetting It's not about a routine, but how hard you rock From touring oas to guesting parties on the block He's a one man, comparable to thunder You see him before you hear him and that's why crews fear him A big motherfucker controlling the ones and twos Fat black DJ like them old school grooves *Scratching* Now I can macaroni in the two techniques Still chilling like Norman Rogers with my hands out speed I'm never hamster using I'm crossfader cruising Slip mats and hard liquors be the tools that I'm using DJ, gather around, check out the way it gets done I don't need no headphones, they get in my way son So watch me get busy like a telephone line Ey yo, it's DJ Double K I said I'm going for mine *Scratching*