Talib Kweli, Bilal - Waitin' for the DJ 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
(Party people, woo)

Music is the air I breathe, the prayer I lead
Rippin' in the atmosphere
Up there in the breeze
It's 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 tit's in strip bars
Get charged, man, I drop hit's that hit hard
Hit bars with my brown sugar sister
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 beat'll start
Boppin' and my people got it
Poppin' like needle marks
Three o'clock and it's mass hysteria
'bout to hit the Cafeteria

Waitin' for the DJ to
(Break it down for y'all, and)
Let your body rock (Come on)
So I can show you just what I got
Waitin' for the DJ to
(Put it down for y'all, and)
Let your body rock (Come on)
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, two hours
End up takin' the flight
Makin' it right for the fam
It's so tight in the jam, a fight began
You always hear about niggas tried
To act like a man
The DJ had the mic in his hand, like
"Calm down" (Let your body rock)
Yeah, it was like I was
The audience at your concert
You at the converse with
A Louis Vuitton purse
Tiger's eye around the wrist with
The fly and the prints snakin' up your arm
And blendin' where the tattoo begin
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
(Come on) so I can show you just what I got
(Let me do my thing, let me do my thing
Yeah) waitin' for the DJ to
(Put it down for y'all, and)
Let your body rock (Come on)
So I can show you just what I got

'Cause they ain't intentional
It's still the same old song
So just pound your hands together
'til they make that sound
Stop that bouncin' heavy 'til
My ends is found

Yeah, hot fun in the summertime, Sly said it
Guys see the flesh, they catch a thigh fetish
Honeys smellin' too sweet
It's like I'm diabetic
More stars and the sky, in the seminar
Dianetic drop the top, beat up the block
On Flatbush Ave where they smokin' tree up
And shots greet the new tunes
Dogs are loose
Hollerin' at the new moon for hours
I'm like the sun, your flower in full bloom
When I come out the house
We complete like the number nine
Give me some of yours
I'ma give you some of mine
Knew off the sucka rhyme, the song
It sound like one of mine
I know you love it when I shine, waitin' for

Waitin' for the DJ to
(Break it down for y'all, and)
Let your body rock (Come on)
So I can show you just what I got
Waitin' for the DJ to
(Put it down for y'all, and)
Let your body rock (Come on)
So I can show you just what I got
Waitin' for the DJ to
(Uh) , let your body rock (yeah, yeah)
So I can show you just what I got
Waitin' for the DJ to
(Woo, woo) , let your body rock, uh
So I can show you just what I got
Waitin' for the DJ to
(I wanna rock with you, come on) , let your
Body rock (I wanna rock with you, come on
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