Standard (EADGBE)

I'm Telling you right now

Soon there will be nothing to plow

Soon ther'll be nothing natural

and everything will be artificial

In the future I say,

In the future I say,

In the future I say...

All of the DJs surly have taken a lesson

Start talkin trash and I'll come with my smith and wesson

(for the verses, just mess around on the A#/C but play C mostly)

A little competition comes my way

But it always winds up the same

The stone that the builder refused

Shall be the head cornerstone

Ain't nothing wrong

Ain't nothing right and still I sit and lie awake all night

All of the DJs surely have taken a lesson

 Try talkin' trash and I'll come with my Smith and Wesson

Enough d.j.s come with enough, enough stylee

But when I bust my lyrics we all know it's wicked and wiley

Ain't nothing wrong

Ain't nothing right and still I sit and lie awake all night

Oh yeah Rubadub blender

A new mixer, go,

I am the one DJ with enough flava ,it go

Here I go, here I'm come, heara the dubbed down d.j.

Lord have this grilled cheese

I mean ah, I am Jamican but I ain't no freak

I caught the man Ino with a ten pound bag of tweak

Hold on, though we call it ghost rider

Every time we see them you fulfill the danger

Ain't nothing wrong

Ain't nothing right and still I sit and lie awake all night

Oh, oh yea

Dreddy got a job to do, and we might fulfill his mission

To see his pain would be his greatest ambition but ah,

We will survive in this world of competition

 Using guns and our ammunition

bo,bo,bo,bo,bo,bo,bo

(This part is kinda wack but its the same as the last riff with a wha or something on it)

I won't wait so long mm,

i said I won't wait so long for you

oh, oh, yeah mmm ooh oh

hard to get so much

hmm, stop your messin' around

ah ah ah ah better think of your future

ah ah ah ah time you straighten right out

 ah ah ah ah or you'll wind up in jail

Yea, thats it. hope its good. peace.