I twist and turn, I want to make a joke

(I twist and turn, I want to make a joke)

I twist and turn, I want to make a joke

(I twist and turn, I want to make a joke)

I twist and turn, I want to make a joke,

But the beats I drop are the realest smoke.

Scratch the vinyl, chop the loops,

Samples fly like a sonic troop

Beatbox rhythm, my heart’s the drum,

Urntablism’s where I come from.

Mixing sounds, I break the mold,

A DJ’s story, forever told

From the club to the streets, my sound’s alive,

With every scratch, I thrive and strive.

So crank it up, let the bassline flow,

This is my world, and I’m in control!

I’m the architect of sound, the master of the mix,

Building towers of rhythm with my sonic tricks.

From the crackle of the record to the bassline’s thump,

I’m the DJ in the shadows, lighting up the dump

The crowd’s my canvas, the decks my brush,

Every scratch I make, every beat I crush.

I weave the past and future into one,

A symphony of chaos under the neon sun

I’m the alchemist of beats, turning noise to gold,

Spinning tales of rhythm that never grow old.

From the underground to the sky-high stage,

I’m the DJ rewriting the soundscape’s page

So here’s to the vinyl, the loops, the grind,

To the moments of magic that I’m destined to find.

I twist and turn, but I never break,

I’m the DJ, and this is the sound I make

I twist and turn, I want to make a joke

(I twist and turn, I want to make a joke)

I twist and turn, I want to make a joke

(I twist and turn, I want to make a joke)