Released on April 1986

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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 throwin' 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 throwin' 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 throwin' 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 nothin' left to burn!

Step to decide...

Step to decide...

...downtown and get down with it

He be throwin' 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 nothin' 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 nothin' 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 nothin' 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...