Jeff Waz on the Beat Box

[Hook]

(I continued to rock while

Jeff was on the beat box)

[Scratched] (Hip-hop)

[Verse One]

There was a party the other day, around my way

They asked if me and Jeff would play, we said okay

We dipped out to get the hip-hop apparatus

Came back with the posse in full effect status

While Jeff set up I said "Check 1-2, y'all

Everybody clap, let's begin to ball"

I was rappin acapella, but I had to stop

Cause chaos broke cause Jeff was on the beatbox

[Hook]

(I continued to rock while

Jeff was on the beat box)

Now cut it up, Jeff

[Scratched] (Hip-hop)

[Verse Two]

Did you know that...

Parties were all the same when we came up

We had to rearrange and make a change

I remember how it was, people standing still

The music was wack, so they chose to get ill

People started breaking and fights would start to break out

This is the reason why some people make out

Hip-hop to be bad, because of this behavior

Then like a miracle, two musical saviors

One with a microphone, the other with tables

Both of 'em ready, both willing and able

Bust on the scene like TNT

People said, "Who can it be?"

Can't you see, it's Jeff and me

We are praised as musical scholars

Fast admiration, manifestin' dollars

Couple of kids with a bright idea

Didn't want a 9 to 5, made rap career

People tried to dis and make the egos shrink

But we believe in ourselves, so to hell what they think

Moving like a freight train, can't be stopped

Especially when I'm on the microphone and Jeff is on the beat box

[Hook]

(I continued to rock while

Jeff was on the beat box)

Now cut it up, Jeff

[Scratched](Hip-hop)

[Verse Three]

I know I talk about Jeff a whole hell of a lot

But straight up, man, you gotta give him his props

There's not many people that can do what he does

Marley Marl, Teddy Riley and Hurby Luvbug

But other than that there's not many around

That can take that box and make it sound

Like anything that you could possibly want

Now here's a rhyme that sums it up

Jeff is diggy-diggy-di-dope and

You DJ's out there keep hopin'

His beat boxes will be broken

But you might as well just keep hopin'

He ciri-can't be tizzaken

You think he can, you're mistaken

All records he is brizzeakin'

(Come on, man, you can make it)

Grammy winning musicians

His beat box is a-kizzickin'

And all my rhymes are hizzittin'

The album's out, so go get it

There ain't no way we stizzopping

We keep the parties rizzockin'

We got the crowd a-hip-hoppin'

When Jeff is on the beat box

[Hook]

(I continued to rock while

Jeff was on the beat box)

One more time, scratch, Jeff

[Scratched](Hip-hop)

[Verse Four]

Mh - let's see what's next on the agenda

That's right, oh yeah, I've got it, I remember

I was discussin; how when Jeff's on stage

He makes your hands clap, your feet tap, your eardrums pulsate

Your body will move as you flow with the groove

And you smile as he profiles his new rap tune

When he's on the stage he can't be stopped

'specially when I'm on the microphone and Jeff is on the beat box

[Hook]

(I continued to rock while

Jeff was on the beat box)

[Scratched] (Hip-hop)