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Get your hands off my records

from 'We are the Future' by Ira Lee and Rubin Steiner

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I dig, deep, down, in the crates, for 7, 10, and 12 inch breaks.
Dirty, stinking dust you name it, there ain’t no rules making beats in the basement
Bass, kick, high, snare, chef is the kitchen and he’s cooking with care.
Choppedy chop, needle full of dirt. Mixing, matching, and making it work.
b- boy, the real McCoy, sleeping at the studio, with my new toys.
Vintage, vinyl, criminal, minded. Sample my sample, cause you’re never going to find it.

Get your hands of my records. Sucker, your pissing me off.
If I was in your shoes, buying re issues, the drums wouldn’t be so soft

Get your hands off my records. They belong to my dad and mom
all you making is original beats, when you going to make an original song? Huh?

I’m on the newness, you knew this all along, your whole style is mathematically wrong.
Nice loop their el producto, you got a turtle poking out the back of your butt so
I think it’s time that you kids learn to behave, jay dee’s rolling over in his grave
Better play another game of Nintendo, and throw your m - p - c out the window.
You couldn’t cut up a piece of cake. Googling the internet for hip hop breaks.
There’s nothing musical about your music. You’re never going to make it, don’t be stupid.

Get your hands off my wax. You hacks,…and freaks and fashionable geeks
Is there a button on your new computer, you can press to make dope beats?

Get your hands off my records, they don’t belong to you.
If I could call James brown right now, that’s exactly what he’d tell you to do.

true

Listen up, I’ll save you some tears, the truth is going to hurt a lot more in a couple years.
I know you’re young, and still paying dues, and you’re brand new sounds already re - used
One time for your mind I guess. Do yourself a favour cause your flavor is tone deaf.
It’s never too late, to throw in the towel. Stop making those wack beats right now
You’re so foul, nobody cares, production of order, it needs some repairs.
It takes talent, and I quote, some people have it, some people don’t.

Get your hands of my records. Loser. You never going to win.
Spend your money in the soul section, in - stead of mining diamonds in the dollar bin.

Get your hands off my records. Sucker, don’t know how to act.
1995 is on the phone, and he says he wants his style back.

Sucker.

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from 'We are the Future', released February 22, 2011

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