Flying Guillotines - DJ JS-1

Forget ones and twos—this DJ’s on the three, fours

With cuts flyer than them young riders from g-force

Me and him’s on stage, you will see blades

And ricochets—praise from C-Rayz

The second element in the jam straight killing this

And speaks with his hand like ventriloquist

Ain’t no time to be riffing and telling him stuff

When the needles are constructed of elephants tusks

If you knew chickenpox need scratches for cure

These miraculous techniques will leave you sure

Put the wax on like those defiant kids

Who take wax off, but they’ll den you when the lion spins

No denying it.

Flying guillotines slicing shit

Plus the art of noise is a scientist (Well)

If you flow on me, back it up for words coming out your mouth, son

Besides, you ain’t a real MC without one (One, one)

Take your show from great to spectacular

Beats get broke in slow-motion, scratch you jackers up

Don’t get vexed.

Get your best tat, fade to black

While JS-1 lacerates the track

Original underground sound, 360 nutritious

Knock you off the top spot like

We got snitches on the ceiling—the club be sewed up

So be the next hero and catch a fresh cold cut

«Cut like a guillotine» — Big Daddy Kane’s «Put Your Weight on It»

«So swift, naked eye cut couldn’t record the speed» — GZA on Muggs ft.

GZA and RZA’s «Third World»

«And my basement’s an arrangement of different torture devices» — Pharoahe

Monch on Street Smartz ft. O.C.

and Pharoahe Monch’s «Metal Thangz»

«Flying guillotines slicing shit» — C-Rayz Walz on DJ JS-1 ft. Akrobatik,

Breez Evahflowin', C-Rayz Walz, and React’s «Flying Guillotines»

While other DJs try to beef up using steroids and creatine

JS-1 use the 12 inch like flying guillotines

Watch his hands grow just like Apache Chief

When he smack this shit like anyone in disbelief

In the DJ Hall of Justice, leave his name engraved

JS-1 is like Batman cutting in his cave

Kind of like Magneto with the ill power surge

Reminds you of Aquaman ‘cause his thoughts submerge

Similar to Superman flying out of the booth

Or Wonder Woman’s magic lasso ‘cause his cuts are the truth

When we rip tonight, nothing’s stopping us—not even kryptonite

You know me by name—it's given to me ‘cause I flip it right

I’m Akrobatik.

Catch me with C-Rayz

Still exploding in these post-Detonator days

We devastate, amaze, impress, and enlighten

JS-1 bring you the force of ten titans

That’s why you see me here with my pen, writing

‘Bout this DJ that’s exciting and about to go off

Crossfade like a blade going back and forth

Anything that’s on the slipmat, he rips that.

I’m off, yo

«Cut like a guillotine» — Big Daddy Kane’s «Put Your Weight on It»

«So swift, naked eye cut couldn’t record the speed» — GZA on Muggs ft.

GZA and RZA’s «Third World»

«And my basement’s an arrangement of different torture devices» — Pharoahe

Monch on Street Smartz ft. O.C.

and Pharoahe Monch’s «Metal Thangz»

«Flying guillotines slicing shit» — C-Rayz Walz on DJ JS-1 ft. Akrobatik,

Breez Evahflowin', C-Rayz Walz, and React’s «Flying Guillotines»

OK, «J» for the way you get jigged up.

The jig’s up

«S» is for the scratch on the big cuts.

The kid ‘nough

Heads respect—number one DJ is him

Now let the spins begin

Ladies on hand.

Don’t get jealous

If the DJ puts his 12 inches on twins

Then tickles around the nipples, freaking the style

‘Til they wile out and make sounds official

For real, on the low, though

JS is a pimp, putting motherfucking wheels on the whole strobe

For green like a dutch, stepping open and shut

Closing shop after opening up

Your formula ain’t potent enough

Hip hop’s like drugs in my veins—who doper than us?

JS-1, Breez Evahflowin'

Never slowing up—props'll keep growing

What?

«Cut like a guillotine» — Big Daddy Kane’s «Put Your Weight on It»

«So swift, naked eye cut couldn’t record the speed» — GZA on Muggs ft.

GZA and RZA’s «Third World»

«And my basement’s an arrangement of different torture devices» — Pharoahe

Monch on Street Smartz ft. O.C.

and Pharoahe Monch’s «Metal Thangz»

«Flying guillotines slicing shit» — C-Rayz Walz on DJ JS-1 ft. Akrobatik,

Breez Evahflowin', C-Rayz Walz, and React’s «Flying Guillotines»

We got flying guillotines, technique torture racks

You might think the kid was rich ‘cause he got so much scratch

React on the mic—kid, acknowledge the facts

We bringing back that old New York rap

‘Cause «Nowadayz,» so many DJs are so wack

But JS is old school—consider him a throwback

Like a Boston jersey with McHale on the back

Or them square-shaped, black and yellow Pittsburg Pirate hats

Make a beat so hot, you’ll be like, «Where the fire at?»

With cuts so sharp, it might leave your tire flat

And he can’t be defeated, so no need in trying that

But if you want to cop the album, I’ll tell you where to buy it at

Matter of fact, tell your friends by the rack

That I might snatch your copies and make you buy ‘em back

‘Cause you ain’t seen shit this dope since crack

Was first left in them vials with them little, red caps

Whoever said that the turntable is not an instrument

Has never seen JS-1 get into it

So check out the master as he cuts these jams

And razor-sharp talons emerge from his hands

He pull another break up out the milk crates

And make it rotate on the 12 inch plate

So stop all that yelling on your tapes, go practice

You don’t know his name?

You don’t know jack shit

«Cut like a guillotine» — Big Daddy Kane’s «Put Your Weight on It»

«So swift, naked eye cut couldn’t record the speed» — GZA on Muggs ft.

GZA and RZA’s «Third World»

«And my basement’s an arrangement of different torture devices» — Pharoahe

Monch on Street Smartz ft. O.C.

and Pharoahe Monch’s «Metal Thangz»

«Flying guillotines slicing shit» — C-Rayz Walz on DJ JS-1 ft. Akrobatik,

Breez Evahflowin', C-Rayz Walz, and React’s «Flying Guillotines»

«Oh» —

Original underground

Where the thunder’s found

Breaking the noise

Original styles, DJs and b-boys

Markers and mics

C-Rayz Walz, I’ll start the light

Instruct the flight