Record Shoppin’

Yeah
What, what's that
Yo
Yo Vengeful Ghost what's that
What, whatchu playing right now
What's that in the headphones
Oh word
Oh oh
Oh
Yeah I never heard this beat before
This sound crazy right here
Word
Ok
Well let me, let me
Let me just on this one

Yo
Hop on the F train, Queens is the borough
Just left the lab, the beat sounds thorough
Got to make moves, summer in the city
Cop a few records from rock and soul
Dusty fingers in dusty crates
I gotta chop this Melvin Blitz
A well known break beat substitution
Back to the crib for the resolution
Before I head home stop in the 'ville
West 4th Park, the hoop game's real
Sit on the asphalt enjoy a full court
Italian icee from Mr. Softee
Onlookers cheer, the game's intense
Booger shook his opponent right into the fence
The crowd goes wild, a thirty foot J
Swish from the neck, yo son roll the weed
Cheeba cheeba, the smoke is lush
The radio plays a tape of cold crush
Pose for a flick then continue the journey
Peace god, peace god, hop in the turn style
The sights, the sounds, its all inspiration
Afrikaa Bam and the Zulu Nation
Renegades of funk and soul sonic force
Spinning on the turn tables back and forth
Industry rule (?)
Peace, unity, and having fun
Some peace, unity, and having fun
A little peace, unity, and having fun

Yo yo
Yo
Here comes my train
Yo
I gotta get back to the lab
And loop up these records
Word, no doubt
Yeah
So I gotta get back
Back to the crib man
Get these records going
Sample 'em up, chop 'em up, loop 'em up
Get busy kid
Back to the galaxy of Queens