Tricks Are For Kids

-Tricks Are For Kids We ain’t come to play, joke’s over, bombs away Comp should pray, Pinnland on raw display Cutting records any size, 12”, 45s With a scratch so swift it’s too quick for your eyes In sync like MIDI, plus keep the drums real gritty The Pinnland Empire taking over your city Who’s with me? I’m betting on the best in the biz Ya know who it is…the one with skills, trick are for kids (Just when the world has need of such a man) Pinnland (Tell a story with your hands) (All he needs is a purpose) and there’s no question He step in, and then (sound was the weapon) Record shredding just with a flick of wrist (What Sorcery is this?) Eternal bliss, the scratch, plus the rhyme and the drum Pinnland in control (for generations to come) (What’s that sound?) …Proof of the work that we do A slight clue of the (homage which is rightfully due) A right to choose your own path, the madness is musical (Something special, something unusual) (Ok that’s swell), (what a great idea) (Stop the music), please, adjust your ears Pinnland, since we’re both fans of the break Let’s play a lil game called, (‘What's in that crate?’)