Lyrics Talib Kweli

Talib Kweli

Waitin' for the DJ

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

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' ....

Waitin' for the DJ to, let your body rock

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' ...

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

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)

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' ...

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

Cuz they let me chasing (?) through the same old song

So just clap your hands together 'til they make that sound

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' ...

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