2Pac — Terror On The Tables 1988 Acapella

[Verse 1] Play Terror's on the cut, listen up can't you hear him? Don't sit there looking stupid, come on, help me cheer him He might look like he's innocent, but don't get fooled Soon as he touches turntables, he gets cold then cruel Terror's tearing it up, I don't know how he does it Every record that we give him, he plays it and he cut it There's holes in all his clothes, that boy is a mess He won't get up the turntables, 'til he show his best So would you give us applause, clap your hands in his stance And maybe then me and my crew we give some help for this man [Chorus] Uh-oh Terror's on the tables Uh-oh Terror's on the tables [Verse 2] He's a cuttin' maniac, the boy won't stop Come on Terror take a break, or maybe them he can wild Last time we let him cut, he cut for three days straight And at the rate he's goin' at, who knows how long he'll take? Even when we eatin' dinner, he cuts with his plate He brought his table and his records to his first date I think the boy's insane, 'cause something has to be wrong 'Cause you can't get up on the tables and cut that long He does it, he just stopped to eat, intravenously fed Good to see he take his turntables and his records to bed Oh, I don't know what to do, talking 'bout crew— [Chorus] Uh-oh Terror's on the tables