Tytuł: Waitin' For The DJ

• Wykonawca: Talib Kweli
• Wyświetleń: 256

[Bilal]
  Waitin' for the DJ to, let your body rock (It's your boy Kweli, BK MC)
  So I can show you just what I got (Memph Blow in the house)
  Waitin' for the DJ to, let your body rock
  So I can show you just what I got
  
  [Talib]
  Music is the air I breathe
  The prayer I leave
  Rippin' in the atmosphere
  Up there in the breeze
  Stronger then the revolution
  That you wear on your sleeve
  Its all I know
  Not an idea you believe
  I spit bars you can't touch
  Like tips in strip bars
  Get charged, man I drop hits that hit hard
  Hit bars with my brown shook cuz this starred
  the night just start, I'm waitin' ....
  
  [Bilal]
  Waitin' for the DJ to, let your body rock
  
  [Talib]
  We all hop in the car deep
  We bring Brooklyn to the city
  My fellas lookin' sharp my ladies lookin' pretty
  When the DJ let the needle drop
  The beat'll rock, the beat'll start
  Boppin' and my people got it poppin' like needle marks
  3 o'clock and it's mass hysteria
  I'm about to hit the cafeteria
  I'm Waitin' ...
  
  [Bilal]
  Waitin' for the DJ to, let your body rock (Put it down for y'all)
  So I can show you just what I got
  Waitin' for the DJ to, let your body rock (Put it down for y'all)
  So I can show you just what I got
  
  [Talib]
  I read the lines and all the between
  In my mind I'm rewindin' the scene
  The club ain't the place to be findin' a queen
  You all in my dream girl
  Though I can't sleep on you no
  You was a star tonight
  It like shown through
  Vampires takin' a bite
  I'm in the zone too
  I always end up takin' the flight
  Makin' a right for the fam
  So tight in the jam
  A fight began
  Always heard bad niggas tryin' to act like a man
  The DJ had the mic in his hand
  Like calm down (Waitin' for the DJ to, let your body rock)
  
  [Talib]
  Yeah, it was like I was the audience at the concert
  You at the converse
  With the Luis Vuitton purse
  Tiger's eye around the wrist
  With the fly and the prints
  Lookin' up your arm a blender with a tatooed gift
  I had to catch a plane but you make me warm as day
  I had to catch your name and I'm waitin' ...
  
  [Bilal]
  Waitin' for the DJ to, let your body rock
  So I can show you just what I got
  Waitin' for the DJ to, let your body rock (Put it down for y'all)
  So I can show you just what I got
  
  [Bilal]
  Cuz they let me chasing (?) through the same old song
  So just clap your hands together 'til they make that sound
  
  [Talib]
  Yeah, hot runnin' the summertime its why I said it
  Guys see the flesh catch a dyed fetish
  Hunnies smellin' to sweet its like I'm diabetic
  On stars and the sky in seminal, dianetic
  Drop the top beat up the block
  On plow, now when they smoke a tree up
  As shots reach the new tunes
  Dogs who lose Hollerin' at the new move
  Ours, I'm like the sun, the flower in full bloom
  When I come out the house we complete like the number 9
  Gimme some of yours, I'm a give you some of mine
  Your off the sucka rhyme
  A song will sound like one of mine
  I know you love it when I shine, I'm waitin' ...
  
  [Bilal]
  Waitin' for the DJ to, let your body rock
  So I can show you just what I got
  Waitin' for the DJ to, let your body rock
  So I can show you just what I got
  Waitin' for the DJ to, let your body rock
  So I can show you just what I got
  Waitin' for the DJ to, let your body rock
  So I can show you just what I got
  Waitin' for the DJ to, let your body rock
  So I can show you just what I got
  Waitin' for the DJ to, let your body rock
  So I can show you just what I got