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fdel - dusty fingers lyrics

[intro]
(come on!)
(come on! come on! come on!)
(come on!)
yeah+yeah, dj fdel!
downsyde!
(come on! come on! come on!)
we’re back again
dusty fingers…
(come on! come on! come on!)
western connect

[verse 1]
my fingers gettin’ itchy, i can smell the wax
walked in to the p+wn shop way up the back
i found a section in the good samaritan bin
the rapper’s a feelin’
i’m happier cause it’s a cracker of this
a dirty drum break some the take the time, i don’t
i take a hard long look and i’m taking more home
i know a needle swap that’d be started at night
just grab a cab and go do it and see the fun
there’s a diamond in the rough like give it a little dust off
can’t believe my eyes, holy sh+t i’m feeling tongue tied
12+inch, 33, 45 whatever be
except we have to be keepin’ it 23
24, what a haul, what if i never thought
i could never get this break but now it’s sitting in my grubby paws
(muwahaha!)
yeah the evil laugh, cause i’ve been dreamin’ of this drum beat
now it’s right in my grasp
i go to tap like a drug+crazed fiend
i’m addicted to the diggin’ like the end of fdel’s beat!
[chorus]
dusty fingers (come on! come on! come on!)
(i’m heavy on the mic, keep your hands on the wheel)
dusty fingers (come on! come on! come on!)
(cause you get more dust than your whole plate)
dusty fingers (come on! come on! come on!)
(i’m heavy on the mic, keep your hands on the wheel)
dusty fingers (come on! come on! come on!)
(cause you get more dust than your whole plate)

[verse 2]
we have to excavate crates, small pop shops
like the trips to egypt with the back pack on
a hoodie and a wopping
a tomb and the musician, treat the wax like an artifact
i pour all in time left behind grave diggin’
miners did a bit of soul searchin’
then i’m no different, using modern day equipment
cuttin’ from the past, pastin’ in the present
they’ll probably copy it in the future
who’s to say which way music will grow
all i know i will grow, expand like my diorama around breaks
my fingers shovels digging through the crates

[chorus]
dusty fingers (come on! come on! come on!)
(i’m heavy on the mic, keep your hands on the wheel)
dusty fingers (come on! come on! come on!)
(cause you get more dust than your whole plate)
dusty fingers (come on! come on! come on!)
(i’m heavy on the mic, keep your hands on the wheel)
dusty fingers (come on! come on! come on!)
(cause you get more dust than your whole plate)
[verse 3]
the genie making your dreams come true
rub them up the wrong and watch your face turn blue
with the punch and bassline
wide enough to make you waistline
the size of a pin cluttering my brains so i bust these words
straight from the artery popping blood
sweat and these beat miners in the darkness with a torch
rocking this on all four she can’t stop it
throwing my life it explode a saga
downsyde with after the affects
we’re k!llin’ crowds so get with it!
yeah the sound of dusty fingers

[outro]
(come on! come on! come on!)
(come on! come on! come on!)
what is crazy…
(come on! come on! come on!)
(come on! come on! come on!)
what is crazy with every sound and loop
(come on! come on! come on!)
what is crazy is digging for every sound and loop
(come on! come on! come on!)
(come on! come on! come on!)
(come on! come on! come on!)
(come on! come on! come on!)

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