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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Talib Kweli
Talib Kweli
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
T. Greene
T. Greene
Composer
B. Oliver
B. Oliver
Composer
D. Darien
D. Darien
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Joseph Nardone
Joseph Nardone
Recording Engineer
Axel Neihaus
Axel Neihaus
Mixing Engineer
G Man
G Man
Assistant Mixing Engineer
D. Darien
D. Darien
Producer

Lyrics

Waitin' for the DJ to
It's your boy, Kweli, BK MC
Let your body rock
My man Bilal in the house
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
Music is the air I breathe
The prayer I lead
Rippin' in the atmosphere
Up there in the breeze
Stronger than the revolution
That you wear on your sleeve
It's all I know
Not an idea you believe
I spit bars you can't touch
Like tits in strip bars
Get charged, man, I drop hits that hit hard
Hit bars with my brown sugar sist-ar
The night just start, I'm...
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 is 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
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
I read the lines and all in-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
Although, I can't sleep on you, no
You was a star tonight
Your light's showin' through
Vampires takin' a bite
I'm in the zone too
I always end up takin' the flight
Makin' it right for the fam
It's so tight in the jam
A fight began
Always heard bad **** tryin' to act like a man (Waitin' for the DJ to)
The DJ had the mic in his hand
Like calm down (Let your body rock)
Yeah, it was like I was the audience at the concert
You at the converse
With the Louis Vuitton purse
Tiger's eye around the wrist
With the fly and the prints
Lookin' up your arm a blender with a tattooed gift
I had to catch a plane, but you make me wanna stay
I had to catch your name and I'm...
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, ah)
So I can show you just what I got
'Cause the game they chasin' though it's still the same old song
So just pound your hands together till they make that sound
Stomp the pumps together till my Hennessy's found
Why, clap with your hands and shimmy, just go on now, everything will wind it up
Yeah, hot fun in the summertime, Sly said it
Guys see the flesh, catch a dyed fetish
Hunnies smellin' to sweet it's 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'ma give you some of mine
You're off the sucka rhyme
A song will sound like one of mine
I know you love it when I shine
Waitin' for the DJ to, let your body rock (Come on)
So I can show you just what I got
Waitin' for the DJ to, let your body rock (Come on)
So I can show you just what I got
Waitin' for the DJ to, let your body rock (Yeah, yeah)
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
Written by: B. Oliver, D. Darien, T. Greene
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