My Cut’s Correct UTFO

(This is far out)

Drop it

Yeah
Dissin all you Robidog deejays that suck
And I ain't gotta call no names

[ VERSE 1: Mixmaster Ice ]
My name is Mixmaster, battle me if you're able
But for now I'm just chillin and yo, I stay stable
One day I react and then it's slow like radiation
Cause suckers bite my cuts, they keep tracin
Me, fraudulatin, then pretend to be the best
I got hands like bombs and they inflict death
My complexion is cream, my ego won't break
And I don't get conceited to the point where my head inflates
So if you wanna battle me, don't get sloppy
Cause when I start cuttin - yo, you better stop me

(Wack DJ's, he cut the mess out of you)

[ VERSE 2: Mixmaster Ice ]
It's somethin about my tactic that makes my scratch kick
A lotta disc jockeys bluff but I react quick
Stay nimble, win battles by landslides
Can do a cut better than you with my hands tied
Behind my back, so hold your breath in
I'm expellin a rhyme within a fraction of a second
Jack of all trades, so label me a veteran
You know my crew by the UTFO lettering
My voice box interlocks on any intercom
I only cut to build the biceps on my arm
My name is Mixmaster, deejays be aware
Because I treat my turntables like car ware
And if you wanna battle me from lack of respect
Ts.. balls - my cut is correct