When the needles picked up, the volumes kicked up
Shes gonna fix up anything thats mixed up
When the record gets cut the crowd is lift up
You might think it is but…
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Spinderellas not a fella – what you say?
Spinderellas not a fella – thats ok
Spinderellas not a fella – watch her play
Spinderellas not a fella – but a girl dj
? Spins you wont get
And flip the vocal style, rip the instrumental
Nice on a slice, swift on a mix
Those who dis will then be dismissed
Like a fever shell heat up, burn, and feed her
If you cant put up then shut the hell up
All you mixmasters and cutmasters
True grandmasters even jammasters
Listen to what Im sayin on the mic
Shes hard as a man, too sexy for a dyke
So let your ears hear what your mind cant conceive
Got a cut for your butt on the mix yall shes no joke
With the microphone youre toast
Get ya hyped and excite, mysterious as a ghost
Check the style plus the swiftness
Dont take my word for it, you be the witness
No one lies when the truth is starin them in the mouth
The needle wont stick, its the record they hug
No alibis cuz the proof is in the puddin
Mistakes on hip-hop breaks? shes just wouldnt
Make believe what she can do indeed
Youre dealing with the queen of speed
Cuttin the beats with ease, makin the record bleed
Now then, you know what I mean…
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Shes the inch long on the mixboard
Put your tape on pause and press record
Never does the same cut twice in one night
Shell go solo toe-to-toe like a vice
Grip the turntable and flip the record over
Heat up the party like a supernova
Because its a girl dont mean jack
If jill tried to get ill, shed get slapped
Wanna know her name and why she came?
Not to cause trouble but to entertain
Im-a tell ya dont mistake her for a fella
The mix empress… spinderella!
Yeah, thats her title
The God of speed is her dj idol
Cuttin like a maniac, clever as a brainiac
Only when the scenes packed will she react to
Anyone who dares to compare
The comp will be too much too bear
But this chick is big on tricks
With her wrist shell flip within a spilt
Second, shes flexin and checkin
The level of the power meter will not be less than
Ten degrees, her sound wont distort
Mixin aint a job to her its a sport
When the turntable speaks, take your advice
My homegirl is nicer than nice
Shes a?, a slave to the rhythm
If the crowd wants action then shell give em
More than they can handle, this aint a scandal
If the mix is mangled shell untangle
It with a scratch on it, aint that a bit?
The way she can switch from groove to groove
With no room to improve yeah, Im telling you
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Cuts are made to be played not fade
Spin wont behave if she aint paid
To get down, no let down
Put your bets down and just check how
She moves with the grace of a cat being pat
The wax hits hard as a bat
Automated just like automation
Imitation causes irritation
You owe it to yourself to see her
Go backstage and meet her
Get her autograph, take a photograph
I know thats too much to ask
Word, but dont give up hope
Spinderellas not a fella, spinderellas dope
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