[Intro]
Crackle on the wax
Old label, torn sleeve
DJ with the snapback
Hands ready, cant leave
[Verse 1]
Basement crowd packed in
Low lights, heads lean
Milk crate full of secrets
Year stamped nineteen
Finger on the start mark
Breath held, then boom
Kick hits like a door slam
Dust jumps in the room
Hook on a chopped phrase
"Say what?" in the air [voice sample: "Say what?"]
Spin back that one bar
Whole spot just stares
[Chorus]
Needle on the past, let it run, dont move
Old groove, new day, let the record prove
Cut it up, cut it up, let the crossfader dance
We bring the yesterday back, like it never had a chance
[Verse 2]
Label got a coffee stain
Still plays like a charm
Snare snaps, necks snap
Bass shakes every arm
DJ doing backspins
Palm glide, flare, slice [turntable solo]
One hand on the pitch bend
Other hand throwing dice
Crowd chant on the downbeat
[voice sample: "Bring it back!"] then stop
Dead silence, then drop
Whole floor just pops
[Chorus]
Needle on the past, let it run, dont move
Old groove, new day, let the record prove
Cut it up, cut it up, let the crossfader dance
We bring the yesterday back, like it never had a chance
[Bridge]
Hand in the crate, feel titles, not names
Pick one, lift one, start more flames
Flip side, deep cut, hidden in the grime
[whispered vocals] Let the voices from the vinyl keep bending time
[Chorus]
Dmitry Isanin