Who Needs Turntables Anyways

-Intro- “DJ Prophit…” “Turn it up…” Who needs turntables anyways? Just give me bass… and a crowd. -Verse 1- No needles, no crates, no dusty room, Just a laptop glow and a kick go boom. If the floor shakes when I press “play,” Tell me who needs Turntables anyway. -Pre-Chorus 1- Lights flash, heart rate in the red, Every drop rewires your head. If you feel that sub in your veins, You don’t care What I’m usin’ to play. “Do you feel that!?” -Chorus- Who needs turntables anyways? Got this whole room locked in place. One big beat and a wall of bass, Watch me flip this entire space. Who needs turntables anyways? If your soul jumps when the kick drum plays, Hands up high when the night goes gray— All you need is sound, Let it blow you away. “Let it drop!” “Hands up!” -DROP 1- “Prophit in the mix!” “Right now!” -Verse 2- Old heads talk ’bout “real DJ,” I’m too busy keepin’ bills paid. If you’re sweatin’ through your clothes tonight, Then the tools I’m usin’ Must be right. -Pre-Chorus 2- CDJs, decks, or a cracked-up screen, Doesn’t matter If the crowd goes mean. If your heartbeat rides this wave, You don’t ask What I saved. “Feel that low-end!” -Chorus 2- Who needs turntables anyways? Got this car, club, street in blaze. If the bass hits hard and your worries fade, You don’t care what gear I paid. Who needs turntables anyways? If your feet can’t fight these waves, Let the judge bang gavel, let the neighbors hate— This beat still knocks Through every gate. All I need is you… And a kick that shakes the room. “Turn it louder!” “Don’t stop now…” “Who needs turntables anyways?!” -Final Chorus- Who needs turntables anyways? If your heart jumps when the bassline plays. Cars, clubs, cabs, even court house halls, Let this rhythm shake the walls. Who needs turntables anyways? As long as you move when the DJ plays, Hands to the sky when the night turns late— All we need is sound And an open gate. “DJ Prophit!” “Let it hit!” -Outro- Spoken: No needles… no crates… Just vibes. Who needs turntables anyways?