Waitin' For The Dj Lyrics - Quality - Talib Kweli

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' ... 

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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 

Photos 

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