Da Backwudz - Same Song lyrics

Some of ya'll disc jockeys
Take a couple of copies
Knowing that this that fire
You still hate it and block it

Major Way, Backwudz, this goes out to all
The DJs man, this shit real
Put your vinyl down

DJs playing the same song
I have so much to do, have to carry on

Now I'm the master of ceremonies
Listen to my testimony
Show me support like women collecting alimony
Niggas is phony like the toothfairy
They might as well start writing a
Motion picture movie like Jim Carey
Look I was told long time
Ago my flow was weak
Most niggas laughed and muffled
My lyrics couldn't compete
But I stayed at it, fuck it I'm
Unique, and now it's second nature
Give me a pen and paper
Niggas gon hate you regardless
Even a platinum artist
To stay on top of the charts
Is whoever work the hardest
We like a symphony
Orchestrated with percussion
Major Way is hands down
The next no discussion
No David Ruffin just strictly
Hustlin' and handcuffin'
Backwudz has been official majorly monumental
Nothing is confidential my
Niggas consolidated
You infiltrate it your head inflate
It you won't make it sorry

DJs playing the same song
I have so much to do, have to carry on

Shit, DJs got my eardrums sick
Like season ticket holders when
They hurt Mike Vick
Let me talk right quick, some of
Ya'll got it all wrong
Thinkin' we just all on trying
To get our ball on
We was born to teach lessons through
Music, receive blessings to do it
Give him thanks and pursue it
The game is getting ruined, the industry
Is appeasing consumer's with bullshit
The real niggas is losing
But it's all good, never hollywood
In the mind frame
We let the song shout listen
Pimpin' and ya mind change
We in another world, we keep it unexpected
It's undeniable spaced out like George Jetson
It's a coldness but it's real
As a heart attack
Niggas know the deal like the
Junkies where you loiter at
We done paid dues, now it's
Time to trade shoes
Adding up my change spittin'
Flame over pro tools

DJs playing the same song
I have so much to do, have to carry on

Why don't you play another track
Put another wack song
We all know we charge like
Quarters to pay phones
This the same old song, same old scratch
DJs spinnin' the same track like St jack
Radio will play that, twenty times a day
That's why underground artists stay underpaid
It's a game like Rucker, more
Like checkers, you a DJ
You suppose to break records
Some of ya'll disc jockeys take a couple
Of copies, knowing this that fire
You still hate it and block it
So we grind, you ain't hurting the pocket
We blowing up the stage and
Receive checks and deposit
It's packed when we rock it, hands in
The atmosphere, along with the weed smoke
Music that massage ya ears
Patience is a virtue, so we
Stayed strong, now paid long
Even though they play the same song


DJs playing the same song
I have so much to do, have to carry on