Delinquent Habits
Super DJ (Rock the House Party)
(Ives Irie)
For years I heard the myth about a dying breed
A true record spinning dj with the sh*t you need
They grow to keep they hip hop in the fly a** sh*t
This is a super DJ dedicated hold your hit
Somehow we pa** on all through they veins
It's hard to feel where the begin and where the funk remains
Hand Eye coordination a far cry greater
From hitting cut offs with your levels and cross faders
They know when hits be bumping its there third eye sense
They make all techno-specno DJs fell tense
Hit the fence if you's a copy
For cuts keeping it sloppy
Rucas come to super B like "play this record for me papi"
All the rough heads who know that
Respect because we flow that
Super hardcore medly, the kind that blow your throat back
Cuz' This one is for all ya'll left to right
And any super DJs that be in the house tonight

You getting props cause you rock the house parties
1200s spinning out for everybody
You get your props every time that I go on
Radio airwaves, the underground and so on

(Kemo the Blaxican)
Now the journey takes me something far and wide
Cause i'm searching for that Dj that's hard to find
Play the cut that he be knowing truely strictly the bomb
Not just the everyday played out same old song
Plus the battles ain't affecting this vato you best believe
With the (scratch) and (scratch) the when he rolls up his sleeve
The kid is tight with his selection no question running the show
Always checking for that Emcee with a sick a** flow
The party vibe is hanging on to every move that he makes
Some kids will strangle the mic, while others pop lock the brake
The kid is blinded by the beat but never blinded by payola
He ain't playing your sh*t unless the sh*t you make is the rola
So come on everybody now lets all get down
I know you got a super dj lurking in your town
You might find him on the mix or maybe a house party
Tonight he getting daps and props from everybody

You getting props cause you rock the house parties
1200s spinning out for everybody
You get your props every time that I go on
Radio airwaves, the underground and so on
(Ives Irie)
I hope you never quit spinning that's from my heart
Keep you face down in the crates and set your a** apart
Away from fundamentalist shaky second rate busters
Even totting out filero that couldn't cut the mustard
Relying on the cover of an old a** song
Can't even add some wave of flavor or maybe move your sh*t along
If up jumps the boogey
Super Dj brings the wookie
Have you looking like a rookie
So it's true he was a wookie
So hey DJ play parts of songs
The music makes your life a record but the groove goes on
So I keep rocking and enjoy my buzz
Because the way it will be, as is and always was

You getting props cause you rock the house parties
1200s spinning out for everybody
Giving you props every time that I go on
Radio airwaves, the underground and so on

Super Dj I got mine, you gotta get yours yours

You getting props cause you rock the house parties
1200s spinning out for everybody
Giving you props every time that I go on
Radio airwaves, the underground and so on
Cause you're my DJ