Styles Of Beyond: Easy back it up

[Takbir]It was 11:33, just wakin up to writeGot plans to meet my man at the jam tonightGot a call from Tiger Chan, he said, "Whassup Tak'?"Yo my car broke down, meet me at the bus stop"What time?" About five, I'll be ready when I'm done4:22, turn twenty-one, so you knowThrew on my shades to block the rays from the sunI stepped out the door and now my day's begunSo I'm walkin down the block, think about that girl BritneyKnowin that I'm goin to the club to get tipsyIf I step out of line, would she soon forget meI don't know - I'm Dazed and Confused like a hippieWaitin on the corner for the four-door HondaPicked me up, with the switch seat reclinerYo I hear the horn blowin from these girls behind usI turned around to look and they got all obnoxiousThey recognize the face, "Can we get your autograph?"Yo I turned back to Ryu and we started to laugh"We got a show to do tonight," that's what I yelled out the windowThey pulled up on the side, with a pen and pad for infoOne had pretty eyes, with the buttermilk complexionSo I ran it down the line with the directions, yo..Everytime we got a jam to makewe make sure the beat knocks, we dig up in the crateOnce the vibe is straight, we packin the placeIt's the S.O.B., put the needle on the plate(What what what what?)Put the needle on the plate(uhh.. uhh..)Put the needle on the plate(yeah UH)[Q-Tip: x3] "Wait back it up, hup, easy back it up"[Ryu]Steppin out in style, three dimensional light beamsKnight Queens and Club Kings swingin hype clingTrippin over bottles of Moet on my way to the dancefloorPan-thers, freakin my folkloreMy bloody roar buddy deplore cunning game to transformand trap a dame flat in nine seconds we take aimChange to battle beast, that'll cease, any attemptin petty offensive diss to my clickWe move quick, you might not even recognize my presenceThirty second assassination sedation weaponStep into the club, all these thugs wanna shoot meBecause I'm well known at the spot, they call me roofiesHittin hard rocks when I travel through veinsand wake up in three days not remeberin thangsThe reign of the poetry prince of darkness the martianStompin, from California to Boston, Lost in Spaceso take caution, face the facts, harkenEagle talon attack, pack it up oftenAudio abortion, distortion offenseCorporate, decaptitated three-headed horsemenShredded portions of serial murder endorsementCourse across clubs and fold my armed forcesEverytime we got a jam to makewe make sure the beat knocks, we dig up in the crateOnce the vibe is straight, we packin the placeIt's the S.O.B., put the needle on the plate(What what what what?)Put the needle on the plate(uhh.. uhh..)Put the needle on the plate(yeah UH)[cut and scratched] "Wait back it up, hup, easy back it up"