I feel like history on the turntables Old school to new school Like nothing ever been realer On the history of the turntables I´m the mystery of what´s inside the speaker cables
I´m Nina Simone in the park and Harlem in the dark I´m the musical to the project fables I´m the words scratched out on the record label I´m the wind when the record spins I´m the dramatic static before the song begins I´m the erratic energy that gets in your skin And if you don´t let me in I´m the shot in the air when the party ends