Dr. Jeckyll & Mr. Hyde He's The Band
Cut! (Fast)
Cut! (F-fa-fast!)
He's the band!
Cut, cut, cut, cut! (Fast!)
Cut, cut, cut, cut! (Fast!)
Now the days of the big band swing is dead
'Cause there's a new thing y'all to shake your head
I'm talking instrumentation, music syncopation
Brought to you in illustration
It is designed just with you in mind
We put it together for your good time
Now let's dissect the parts from the whole
You might think that this concept is bold
He is a guy who doesn't have a lot to say
Puts the needle in the groove and then he lets it play
Now you all know who I'm talking about
Because from party to party he turns you out
He's the guy who tells you what to say
As he lets his funky record play
Now let me lay it out straight so you can understand
He's Scratch on Galaxy and he's the band!
Kick it!
Ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh!
He's the band!
Cut, cut, cut, cut! (Fast!)
Cut, cut, cut, cut! (Fast!)
Ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh!
He's the band!
Cut, cut, cut, cut! (Fast!)
Cut, cut, cut, cut! (Fast!)
There are a thousand sounds at his fingertips
He's the maestro and he never skips!
Well he slices and he dices and he cuts so mean
Just put him in your kitchen like [?] machine
He mixes the records like a work of art
He's the band, a modern day Mozart
Now show him your specialty
And conduct your musical symphony
Scratch On!
Cut, cut, cut (Fast!)
Cut, cut, cut (Fast!)
Cut, cut, cut (Fast)
(Fast!) Cut (Fast!) Cut (Fast!) Cut (Fast!)
Cut, cut, cut (Fast!)
Cut, cut, cut (Fast!)
Cut, cut, cut (Fast)
(Fast!) Cut (Fast!) Cut (Fast!) Cut (Fast!)
Ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh!
He's the band!
Cut, cut, cut, cut! (Fast!)
Cut, cut, cut, cut! (Fast!)
Ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh!
He's the band!
Cut, cut, cut, cut! (Fast!)
Cut, cut, cut, cut! (Fast!)
When we arrive at the studio we just relax
Because in the palm of his hand he holds 24 tracks
Of music, combined, with lyrics in mind
The only thing he can't do is what we do and that's rhyme
Just imagine travelin' from state to state
When the only thing you carry is a record case
No drums, no bass or piano keys
The turntable is all he needs!
And maybe a mixer from time to time
So he can drop the music when we bust a rhyme
Because he has it so easy 'cause he travels so light
Rockin' and rollin' from night to night
No roadies needed or extra help
'Cause he carried those instruments by himself
I'm talkin' one, two, three and we're ready to play
Because all we need is our DJ!
Kick it!
Ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh!
He's the band!
Cut, cut, cut, cut! (Fast!)
Cut, cut, cut, cut! (Fast!)
Ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh!
He's the band!
Cut, cut, cut, cut! (Fast!)
Cut, cut, cut, cut! (Fast!)
Now that you've seen what's up his sleeve
(Hey!) It's about time for us to leave
Pack your guitar, your keys, and place your bass
And brother put 'em on in your record case
Take the [?], the snare and the kick
'Cause we're about to show you a litle rick
Now this is for the girls and all the fellas
Bust this rap in acapela!
Dr. Jeckyll and Mr. Hyde
And we're flying through your friendly skies
Look up babydoll and we'll catch your eye
Comin' rockin' so hard you'll be hypnotized
From the music, power, hour after hour
Sounding so sweet we could never be sour
Make sure that you are around
When Dr. Jeckyll, Mr. Hyde and the band baby
Come to town
Ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh!
He's the band!
Cut, cut, cut, cut! (Fast!)
Cut, cut, cut, cut! (Fast!)
Ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh!
He's the band!
Make sure that you are around
When Dr. Jeckyll, Mr. Hyde and the band baby
Come to town
Ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh!
He's the band!
Cut, cut, cut, cut! (Fast!)
Cut, cut, cut, cut! (Fast!)
Ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh!
He's the band!
Make sure that you are around
When Dr. Jeckyll, Mr. Hyde and the band baby
Come to town
