Diggin’ in the crates like my name was Diamond.
Fingers kinda dusty but you know I’m smiling.
Found another classic forgotten by many.
People are so feeble but trends rarely tempt me.
Flicking through the wax 100 titles per minute.
Wading through the wax in bargain bins it’s
music madness I recycle old grooves.
Painstaking process beats fused NOT used.
Many have forsaken this art - got lazy.
May be the reason why new rap don’t amaze me.
Just loop an old tune on a SP1200,
computer generated with drum kits plundered
from a CD, not me. My mind a library
of 30 thousand sounds all yelling “come find me”!
Indexed in a way I can’t comprehend.
Subconscious involved & mood now sends
nerve ends thoughts, complicated procedure.
Crying for a dark bass, now how I need ya.
…ah that’s better THE RUF’s no computer.
I blend my influences, many might suit ya,
Many amuse ya - beats will abuse ya,
Physically, mentally, soundscape confuse ya.
Proud of my collection & it’s part of my soul,
not just a possession ‘cos the lesson’s they own
me and my mind with some magic spell.
I love my music Hey Joe can you tell??

No restrictions - rules are for fools.
Eclectic a tag but an open mind’s cool
and essential to keep the beats mental,
of varied pace and with my unique taste.
Crossing every section an intrepid explorer
Hogging the deck ‘cos I’m a dirty wax hoarder.
Can’t afford?? Aaarr. Can I exchange?
Sellin’ Sony promo’s, insane in the brain.
To afford my next fix, Benny Hill bought,
a big bag of breaks - at this art I was taught
by self… and other Dj’s hound me.
Try to buy Love City for twenty five pounds he-
He-he only cost me 20p
Gotta give a shout to Les & King Bee….

Dawn used to take me, the racks raped me,
£50 for two hours work if ya get me.
Music my whore, Dawn dragged me out the door.
1 hour later covers over the floor.
30 second theatre, I’m cramming my head.
Playing all the rockers soon I’ll wake in bed.
Constructing the next Mindbomb.. OH PLEASE
Can’t I just sleep! .. it’s a funky disease.

So yes I’m a record shop junkie.
Jumping up & down like a PG Tips monkey.
But sadly, the scene has gone badly..
it’s just not the same in HMV!
No supernova, the Boom is over,
I’m not checking bins with a fine tooth comb - Er
not funny, can’t spend no money..
all you can get for a quid’s Kaleef.
Exchanges know the values, no longer blind.
Every decent tune is now hard to find.
£25 quid, 20 copies they’ve filed,
tunes for the future yes they’re all stockpiled.
I smile.. see it’s re-issued good.
Music’s for the people, why I think you should
get down on Ruf Beats and buy this direct.
Save yourself some dosh & get extra inject…ions
…from me… DON’T BE COCK.
The best wax seller on Planet Rock
is me.. and that’s the way it is.
No Jason Nevins ‘cos my raps not just business.
Music from the heart for your mind, sublime.
Request in my tribe, for your beats and rhymes.
And Life’s what you make it so support it.
Or watch the last, best hope, go down the toilet.
SPLASHHHHHHHH

C Copyright DJ Davies aka RUFMOUTH 5/7/98