Turntable Truth

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Dj honda production HV Subway trembles, the MPC knocks Unknown needle hand — from Japan to New York Dré and Ed had the mic that night No connects, no plugs, no limelight No flash, no props — this is proof in sound ‘92 New Music Seminar floor Clark Kent opened the vinyl war Dropped the needle — time stood still That one second sparked the will Needle drawn — this is my blade Routine sharp — my silent crusade Turntable Truth Raida’s gone — but his cuts still breathe No need for words — the rhythm speaks Rob Swift showed that battle code Mix Master Mike bent time with soul That night lit up a thousand roads Each of us walked our own episode Stacked loops deep, one by one Still in it — no need to run That one night I gave to spin Still shapes the beat I live within Needle drawn — this is my blade Routine sharp — my silent crusade Turntable Truth