Letras
All of his beats, and my rhymes attach
Form the new creation, called, "The Marley Scratch"
We're always steered in a positive course
His beats, my rhymes, combined make force
I say it's like a force, 'cause, the force is strong
And if you think we're weak, I'd say you're wrong
All you other DJs are a bunch of jerks
Marley, give 'em an example, how a D.J. works
Mar-, Marl, Marley
Marley
Marley
Since you just heard how a D.J. sound
The name Marley Marl, I will break it down
The M is for master of Scratch
And if the needle was to slip, it's the needle he'll catch
The A is a letter that you set apart
I wouldn't call his beats music, I would call it Art
The R just stands for the way he rock
Which is 24-0-7 around the clock
The L is for lyrics that I write
When put to his music, sounds out of sight
The E is for every beat he make
Which sucker DJ's persist to take
Don't play with the Y, 'cause, it isn't a game
You ask, "Why did he put the other DJs to shame?"
After this, there shouldn't be a story to tell
At the end of that is M-A-R-L
This paragraph here, has come to an end
Marley, can we hear your funky fresh scratchin' again?
Marl, Marley, Marley
Marley
Marley
Marl, Marley
Marley, Marley
Marley
I never got caught in the game of Tag
My name is M.C. Shan, no need to brag
MC's brag about themself, all through their rhyme
You can see I got quality, won't waste my time
If I did not mean it, I wouldn't have said it
I'm gonna give the man behind the wheels some credit
I'm not tryna say that he can't be beat
But Marley Marl can stand on his own two feet
Since a DJ like him is so in demand
Marley, won't you get on, and show 'em where you stand
Not, not, not like the rest
Not, not, not, not, not like the rest
He can go on, but I won't insist
How many fortunate MCs have a DJ like this?
Every time I grab the mic, I always have a plan
He's D.J. Marley Marl, and I am M.C. Shan
Combined, we're fresh, this you must admit
Don't wanna ever hear you say we ain't worth jack
To be a DJ, or an MC, well, it isn't no thing
If you ever wanna learn, then just give us a ring
Like I just said, it wasn't no thing
You either have to be a ace, a jack, a queen or a king
When you're one of these, that means you're the best
And the people of today, won't settle for less
We can be a jack, or king, we can play the place
But we'd rather be a DJ, and an MC ace
Get, get, get, get, get, get the people dancing
Get, get, get, get, get, get the people dancing
If you ever wanna battle, be at your best
Because a man like Marley, just does not fess
In that battle, you must give your all
Or just be prepared to take your fall
'Cause a lot of DJs already tried
There ain't been one yet that's qualified
To think you can beat him, you must be nuts
Just listen real close to his scratchin' cuts, cuts
Cut, cut, cut, cut, cut, cut
Cut, cut, cut, cut, cut, cut
The man, Marley Marl, can bring you to tears
He's not a new jack, he been down for years
On the two turntables, I would say he's nice
Every cut he makes is so precise
When I said precise inside my rhyme
To put it to you straight, that means right on time
Every jam he throws, he always rocked
Don't refer to him as the neighborhood jock
To all you DJs who are always fessin'
From this man, you can learn a lesson
You heard Dimples D, when she took her stand
She said
"Marley Marl is one, is one, is one, is one, is one, is one, is one, is one, is one
Is one Hell of a man"
Gotta get it off my chest to put my mind at ease
Since when you heard a DJ make cuts like these?