[Intro – Vinyl scratching, DJ cutting up vocal samples] "Who's got the record?" "WE GOT THE RECORD!" "Who's got the rhythm?" "WE GOT THE RHYTHM!" "Who's got control?" [Record scratch] "THE DJ!" [Beat drops] [Verse 1 – MC] Step aside, make room, let the needle get busy Got a two-deck setup that'll make your head dizzy I'm the microphone mechanic, the rhythm technician Got the whole damn party under my jurisdiction I don't need a band, I don't need a horn I can make a brand-new groove out of something old and worn Take a little piece, cut it up, rearrange Put it back together, now the whole world's changed I got a crate full of breaks and a bag full of tricks Got a record collection that's a hundred pounds thick You can bring your best, you can bring your crew But you can't touch the tables when the needle comes through! [Chorus – Melodic crew vocals] Turn the tables! (TURN 'EM AROUND!) Turn the tables! (SHAKE THE GROUND!) Drop that needle, let the rhythm unfold We make something new out of something old! Turn the tables! (TURN 'EM AROUND!) Turn the tables! (DON'T MAKE A SOUND!) When the DJ gets busy, there's no turning back Put your hands in the air when you hear that scratch! [DJ Break – Extended scratching and cutting] "Fresh!" "Funky!" "Original!" [Scratch solo] [Verse 2 – MC] Now the competition's looking kinda nervous They got a microphone but they ain't got purpose I got the breakbeat, the bass and the groove And a whole lotta records that I came here to move My DJ's so slick he can cut through steel Got a hundred different rhythms and a license to kill Not literally, baby, it's a figure of speech But he'll scratch your favorite record right out of reach! We got the boogaloo, the funky four The breakbeat shaking up the basement floor From the back of the block to the front of the line If you ain't got a record, you ain't got a rhyme! [Chorus – Melodic crew vocals] Turn the tables! (TURN 'EM AROUND!) Turn the tables! (SHAKE THE GROUND!) Drop that needle, let the rhythm unfold We make something new out of something old! Turn the tables! (TURN 'EM AROUND!) Turn the tables! (DON'T MAKE A SOUND!) When the DJ gets busy, there's no turning back Put your hands in the air when you hear that scratch! [Bridge – MC and DJ exchange] MC: "Yo, DJ! What you got?" DJ: [Scratch cuts] MC: "Something fresh?" DJ: [Scratch cuts] MC: "Something funky?" DJ: [Scratch cuts] MC: "Something they ain't heard before?" DJ: [Long scratch solo] MC: "THAT'S WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT!" [Verse 3 – Faster delivery] I turn the tables like a locksmith turns keys Make the speakers talk and the floorboards freeze I got a break so rare it belongs in a vault And a beat so fat it's the DJ's fault We don't need permission, we don't need a pass We just need two records and a little bit of class From the sidewalk cipher to the underground club We put the needle in the groove and we never give up So if you came to dance, better clear some space If you came to battle, better know your place If you came for the music, then you're in the right spot Because the DJ's got the record and the record's got a lot! [Final Chorus – Full crew vocals] Turn the tables! (TURN 'EM AROUND!) Turn the tables! (SHAKE THE GROUND!) Drop that needle, let the rhythm unfold We make something new out of something old! Turn the tables! (TURN 'EM AROUND!) Turn the tables! (DON'T MAKE A SOUND!) When the DJ gets busy, there's no turning back Put your hands in the air when you hear that scratch! [Outro – DJ scratching, crew ad-libs] "One more time!" "Run that back!" "Flip it over!" "Turn it around!" [Scratch solo] "Needle Drop Crew!" [Beat cuts]
