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...
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  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...
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    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 up the party like a supernova
  Because it's a girl don't mean jack
  If Jill tried to get ill, she'd get slapped
  Wanna know her name and why she came?
  Not to cause trouble but to entertain
  I'm-a tell ya don't mistake her for a fella
  The mix empress...Spinderella!
    Yeah, that's her title
  The God of Speed is her DJ idol
  Cuttin' like a maniac, clever as a brainiac
  Only when the scene's packed will she react to
  Anyone who dares to compare
  The comp will be too much too bear
  But this chick is big on tricks
  With her wrist she'll flip within a spilt
  Second, she's flexin' and checkin'
  The level of the power meter will not be less than
  Ten degrees, her sound won't distort
  Mixin' ain't a job to her it's a sport
  When the turntable speaks, take your advice
  My homegirl is nicer than nice
  She's a ?, a slave to the rhythm
  If the crowd wants action then she'll give 'em
  More than they can handle, this ain't a scandal
  If the mix is mangled she'll untangle
  It with a scratch on it, ain't that a bit?
  The way she can switch from groove to groove
  With no room to improve [yeah, I'm telling you]
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    Cuts are made to be played not fade
  Spin won't behave if she ain't paid
  To get down, no let down
  Put your bets down and just check how
  She moves with the grace of a cat being pat
  The wax hits hard as a bat
  Automated just like automation
  Imitation causes irritation
  You owe it to yourself to see her
  Go backstage and meet her
  Get her autograph, take a photograph
  I know that's too much to ask
  Word, but don't give up hope
  Spinderella's not a fella, Spinderella's dope
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