When the needle's picked up, the volume's kicked up

She's gonna fix up anything that's mixed up

When the record gets cut the crowd is lift up

You might think it is but...



CHORUS

Spinderella's not a fella - what you say?

Spinderella's not a fella - that's ok

Spinderella's not a fella - watch her play

Spinderella's not a fella - but a girl DJ



? spins you won't get

And flip the vocal style, rip the instrumental

Nice on a slice, swift on a mix

Those who dis will then be dismissed

Like a fever she'll heat up, burn, and feed her

If you can't put up then shut the hell up

All you mixmasters and cutmasters

True grandmasters even jammasters

Listen to what I'm sayin' on the mic

She's hard as a man, too sexy for a dyke

So let your ears hear what your mind can't conceive

Got a cut for your butt on the mix y'all she's no joke

With the microphone you're toast

Get ya hyped and excite, mysterious as a ghost

Check the style plus the swiftness

Don't take my word for it, you be the witness

No one lies when the truth is starin' them in the mouth

The needle won't stick, it's the record they hug

No alibis cuz the proof is in the puddin'

Mistakes on hip-hop breaks? She's just wouldn't

Make believe what she can do indeed

You're dealing with the Queen of Speed

Cuttin' the beats with ease, makin' the record bleed

Now then, you know what I mean...



CHORUS



She's the inch long on the mixboard

Put your tape on pause and press record

Never does the same cut twice in one night

She'll go solo toe-to-toe like a vice

Grip the turntable and flip the record over

Heat u