Anton Putchansky - Dilated Junkies lyrics

Crop, crop again You know back on the hip hop's DJ Lot of people talk with their game with their mouth Dangerous people to hang with That's a dangerous man who speak with his hand Hit the turntable listen That's a dangerous man who speak with his hand Dilated junkies make the rookies drive slow He don't need no introduction, he just bust in Grab the turntables and then start hugging DJ's are ducking, tucking their tails running Well, blending, rocking at twelve hundreds Or vest tax, one of them fresh cats The type you definitely wanna bless with rats So recognize that you met your match But check out Babu with the cold, cut, scratched Break it down Break it down Break it down Yo, bring it back Bab's one more time, that's fine Face off on tracks while you walk the plank And now drums are come back With redemption of Shawshank That's a dangerous man who speak with his hand Dilated Junkie That's a dangerous man who speak with his hand Junkie is the keep, junkie is the keepr The DJ's in effect keep holding it down P Junkie sound system just rolled into town The world USA and CA rock, LA rock The funky presented J Rocks Funky present Funky present Keep it movin' And show my cats how it's done Visionary Redmatic, next up, hit the one You know the f**ing concept Whenever we step to this set is no contest Come on, come on, come on When I do my thing I'd be on some more of sh** To service qua two, Babu with another hit Cause if you ain't a beat junkie then you ain't said sh** Like that This is with an expansion team Beat junkie sound, sure short production Live and direct, on the ones and twos Redmatic, Babu and the beat junkie sometimes