Mix-Master Suite

(album: R&B Skeletons In The Closet - 1986)

That's so hot...

There is a D.J. in your town
Who calls himself Mix Master
He says there is none as great as he
There'll be none in the hereafter
He spins, he scratch, he mixes the sounds
We all wanna hear
Spyro-gyro type of sound
That's strange to the ear

And then he goes downtown and get down with it
He be throwing down, but you gotta be down to get it
He mix 'em up and turns them out

There is a D.J. in your town
Who calls himself Sir Rapper
He rap about this, and rap about that
That's why he's called The Rapper
He's all rapped up into his rap
That's all we ever hear
Spyro-gyro kind of sound
That's strange to the ear

And then he goes downtown and get down with it
He be throwing down, but you gotta be down to get it
He runs his rap and raps it up

There is a D.J. on the air
We all know his location
He plays a tune, and says "stay tuned"
Right here on this station
He spins, he scratch, he mixes the sounds
We all love to hear
Spyro-gyro type of sound
That's strange to the ear

And then he goes downtown and get down with it
He be throwing down, but you gotta be down to get it
He mixes down and raps it up
He runs his rap and raps it up

The roof, the roof, the roof ain't on fire!
You don't need no water, there'll be nothing left to burn!

Step to decide...
Step to decide...

Downtown and get down with it
He be throwing down, but you gotta be down to get it
He mixes down and raps it up
He runs his rap and raps it up

The roof, the roof, the roof ain't on fire!
You don't need no water, there'll be nothing left to burn!

Step to decide...
That's so hot...
Step to decide...

The roof, the roof, the roof ain't on fire!
You don't need no water, there'll be nothing left to burn!

Step to decide...
That's so hot...
That's so hot...

The roof, the roof, the roof ain't on fire!
You don't need no water, there'll be nothing left to burn!
One nation under a groove...

The roach, the roach, the roach is on the wall
You don't need no Raid, let the mother funker crawl!
Crawl, mother funker!

That's so hot...
Eh dirty fish, you're on!
Step to decide...
Step to decide...
Hot, that's so hot...