He's The Dj, I'm The Rapper Lyrics - Will Smith

Yo Jeffrey, bust it, what are ya doin' in there? 

Word 'em up, word 'em up, word 'em up 

In the place at about this time 

DJ Jazzy Jeff an' the Fresh Prince just buggin' out 

Losin' it all, no sense 

Hey Jeff, scratch it, scratch it, man, scratch it 

That was decent, now scratch it, a quick joint 

A quick one, Jeff, yeah, yeah 

We just buggin', we just havin' some fun 

Me an' Jeffrey, he's the DJ, I'm the Rapper 

Hello, can anybody hear me? 

You can? Aight, that's good, you can hear me? 

Okay, it's clear? It's good? Okay everybody's got it? 

One, two, one, two and 

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My rhymes have been written, not to be bitten 

But as it seems, some suckers keep forgettin' 

The rules about rappin' but that's alright 

'Cause in the next 5 minutes, I'ma have them all uptight 

Stronger than a dinosaur, better known than Santa 

Man, the battles I battle, I usually win 'em 

In less than a minute, but it all depends 

On how long it takes you rappers to realize 

That tryin' to defend yourself is ridiculous 

Didn't you get my message inside of the question? 

'Cause you're toys boys, I'm the Real McCoy 

I'm really gonna enjoy seein' you destroyed 

If I was Fred Flintstone, I'd probably own all of Bedrock 

If I was a criminal, I'd probably own a cell block 

If I was in the Navy, I would own the sea 

But I'm a poet, so I own the whole rap industry 

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I'm like a lion, my man an' the streets are my den 

It's either kill or be killed, so I kill 

I kill again an' again an' again 

The X amount of times, rappers, I'll slaughter them 

I tie 'em up an' throw them in the water 

Then I'll just walk away like nothin' ever happened 

Until somebody else starts rappin' 

That's when I snap an' I'll attack an' go mad like Rambo 

Or maybe like Commando or like Lando Calrissian 

'Cause you know he was down with the Force 

Fresh Prince is the source, I feel no pain or remorse 

Think that you can beat me rappin' man you must be silly 

Man, I really, really, really, really, really, really 

Hate when people doubt my ability 

An' I have to prove superiority 

If rap was basketball, I would be in luck 

'Cause every time I freestyled, it would be a slam dunk 

Man, I'm the engineer an' you're the passengers 

Takin' on a voyage, a hip hop massacre 

The Jason of rap, Freddy Kruger of rhymin' 

An' I'm sure that you'll see in due time, man 

People will run to Philadelphia, Pennsylvania 

To all, join in to this Fresh Prince mania 

My face in magazines, on your radio or stereo 

Everywhere you go, audio an' video 

A hip hop terrorist, war like vocalist 

Other rappers say, "Yo Prince, why don't you show me this 

Style now?", you must be trippin' 

It ain't no way in hell I'ma let you put your lip in my rhyme 

'Cause it's a time bomb, I'm not kiddin' 

My rhyme explodes the second it gets bitten 

I'm quick an' nimble, a status symbol 

I shop at Macy's now but I used to shop at Gimble's 

I'll drop kick a hurricane, body slam a tidal wave 

Walk through a tornado or a volcano 

But I'll be okay though 

An' here's some more info that you rappers should know 

You are the bombs an' I will defuse you 

I am the lawyer an' I'm goin' to accuse you 

Of the ultimate rhyme crime an' you will be guilty 

There's no way that you'll ever, ever defeat, beat me 

Rappin' any time of day 

Pop so much trash, man, I can't wait 

To be face to face an' hear Jeff say, "Sick 'em" 

Man, you're gonna be my victim 

You better duck an' pray for good luck, Chuck 'cause you're stuck 

You're like a Thanksgiving turkey an' it's time to be plucked 

I see you're nervous, purpose, that's how I know you're soft 

You're runnin' 'round like a chicken with your head cut off 

But just relax my power to the max 

An' I'm cuttin' no slack on this rap track, Jack 

So back up, as if you got good sense 

Or feel the fury of the Prince 

An' ya don't stop 

Yo Jazzy, why don't you rock up the spots? 

Yo Jazzy, hey Jeff, I'm psyched, I'm psyched 

Give 'em a cut Jeff 

Check out my disk jockey 

Hey Jeffrey, Jeffrey, Jeffrey, a fast one 

Wow, hey Jeff, Jeff, give 'em one of them fresh ones 

A fresh one Jeffrey, no music, no music 

That was decent, that was decent 

That's my DJ, that's my DJ 

Jazzy Jeff, I'm the Fresh Prince 

Hi, how ya doin'? 

How's everyone doin' out there? 

I'm just here to talk about my DJ 

I was just I was just standing' in here, really 

Really? Aight, okay, well 

On behalf of DJ Jazzy Jeff an' the Fresh Prince 

Groove, then get down, thank you an' good night