Sniper - DJ DJ (Track 12 on Deeper Elevation ) lyrics

Yeah man, we good to throw down
Got my demo, man
To blow up in this rap game, man
Aw man, ain't that
DJ Superfly over there, man?
He work up at the radio station huh?
Man, I know he'll show some love, man
I'ma go and take my
CD over to him see if he'll play it, man ha
Straight up ha
Hey, what's up, man?
I said hey what's up, man
Aw, he must didn't hear me I know
Nah, nah I'm just sayin'
Man I got my, my album, man
I really would appreciate
That if you just listened to it
Oh, I'm sorry my bad

DJ DJ hey what's up? I brought you a copy
Of my brand new cut i'm just a young artist


Tryna mash and grind can you put me in
The mix so I can get me some shine
"Don't you see I'm real busy and I'm
Pressed for time just leave it on my
Desk and if I get some time
Then it's possible
I could play it down the line
Or it could be tomorrow
If you give me the sign"
A sign? "yeah fool a dollar sign
Ten to twenty thousand would suit me fine
Just leave me a number
No you can't have mine
If you serious I'll hit you
Up tomorrow at nine" man I just got through
Telling you I got no ends
If I had that kind of bread
I wouldn't need your spins
Now I see how the game
Go it's all about mail let me get out this
Building before I end up in jail

I go, DJ DJ what's the deal?
It's looking like I might
Have to bust my steel
Shouldn't have got fly with
Me when I gave you my song
Now I've got to bring the
Bloodshed straight to your dome
Come on, DJ DJ what's the word?
I'm really not feeling no songs I heard
I'm in this rap game pushing
Tryna hit me some licks
What a player gotta do
To get thrown in the mix

I walked in the club with my new CD
Work mode I ain't tripping, no who see me
Got my single in the pocket of my
Warm-up pants
Cause I'm knowing it could blow
Up if they give me a chance
I said DJ DJ how you been?
I'm just a young rap cat tryna win
You don't even have to
Play it when the club is live
It can be the last song at 1: 55
He said, "Look, let me tell
You what you need to do
You get the radio to play
It and I'll play it too"
I said, Nah man, what
You saying can't be true
The dude at the radio station sent me to you
And anyway if you a real jock
Break the song
Just play it, if it's trash t
Hen I'll leave you alone
But if the people start jamming
To it show me some love
Before we drag your hating
Ass out of this club, c'mon

DJ DJ what's the deal?
It's looking like I might
Have to bust my steel
Shouldn't have got fly with
Me when I gave you my song
Now I've got to bring the
Bloodshed straight to your dome
Yeah, DJ DJ what's the word?
I'm really not feeling no songs I heard
I'm in this rap game pushing
Tryna hit me some licks
What a player gotta do
To get thrown in the mix

DJ DJ, wow what's this?
I tried to be professional
But now I'm pissed i really really wish you
Would have told the truth
Now there's twenty five
Goons in the DJ booth now you wanna talk
And negotiate if you a real DJ then you
Supposed to break being arrogant and stuck
Up was your mistake when they approach you
You just turn your nose up and hate
Put my song on right now
Don't start a hope
Cause ain't nobody gonna
Help you, you can call the Pope matter fact
Play 'Rich Girl' by Hall & Oates
If you ain't got it, we gonna
Stomp you in front of all these folks
DJ's and club radios spinning these tracks
With a Synergy Mac and
Sucking up to industry cats
Politics and fake DJs, you know it's deceit
Payola ain't cheap
The real radio is the streets

Come on, DJ DJ what's the deal?
It's looking like I might
Have to bust my steel
Shouldn't have got fly
With me when I gave you my song
Now I've got to bring
The bloodshed straight to your dome
Tell 'em, DJ DJ what's the word?
I'm really not feeling no songs I heard
I'm in this rap game
Pushing tryna hit me some licks
What a player gotta
Do to get thrown in the mix

Aye, we sendin' out
A world wide decree to the streets
It's time to start snatchin'
These DJs by they bra straps
All these fake frauds, wanna be disc
Jocks around the world
That ain't showin' love to the streets
This goes out to all
These fake magazine and newspaper writers
This goes out to all the club DJs
Who ain't showin' love to
The hood, to the young cats tryna get on
Your day is coming, your time is short ha ha
Believe what I'm saying
The streets is angry