We Originate

Alright, next up
We got a little DJ, DJ, DJ type mission

Take a look at your right hand
Right hand, so what?
Ho-ho-ho, hold the, the fingers
Wait a minute
I don't get it
I see the fingers moving
It doesn't feel like I'm moving
They call me Mister
They call me Mister...

Mister empty sworn master on scratch
Yo, what's up?
All this tempo, the way he drops
Just wanna go 07 around the clock

Y'all know the name
They-they call me Mister
The nice kid only if you know, um
You gotta make um, um
Or seek some adjustments in your physical makeup

Not so more in every, everyday
Type of a DJ I got, I-I-I got, I got
Most out in the mouth to the sun
Bet you-

Not so more in every everyday
Type of a DJ
They ring it on y'all once
So you can get done, done, done, done

You know faster, stronger, more durable that you ever would
Flash
Yo, what?
Wow, yeah, yeah
Double M, H to B
I the preacher make
Jo-jo-jo joke's on you Jack

Im-im-improvements will be a better word
(Bonjour) form the scratch proper
What you say
What you get-get?
Get, get

Harry
I'm wanted of love, it seems to apply this
Two to turn tables

They have any serious one turn table over?
Um, no



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Writer(s): Dominic Christian Betmead, Bradford Lawrence Ellis
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