Spin the Tables

Needles drop, vinyl scream, the crowd ignites

Groove sharper than a blade under neon lights

Crossfader slicing through the air like a saber

Kick drum punches, got the sound to savor

Scratch it, flip it, tables on fire

Hands on the wheels, fuel my desire

The beat’s my canvas, the flow’s my art

Turntables spinning, tearing beats apart

Fingers dance on wax, a DJ ballet

Basslines rumble, make the night obey

Echoes of the needle, raw and unrefined

In this rhythm jungle, I’m the king, divine

Scratch it, flip it, tables on fire

Hands on the wheels, fuel my desire

The beat’s my canvas, the flow’s my art

Turntables spinning, tearing beats apart

Spin it back, reverse, rewind that truth

Channel through the grooves, unearth the youth

Waves of sound ripple, cutting through the night

Every scratch a spark, turning dark to light

Crates full of secrets, digging for gold

Dusty gems whisper stories untold

Battle scars on the platter, warrior’s proof

In the scratch cathedral, we preach the truth