Listen To The DJ

Get-get-get-back

Yo!
To all the ladies and gents
Believers and the non-convinced
To the animate lovers of hemp
And those that don't blaze
Judge it by the way that it's phrased
And not by the color or shade
This is man-made corruption
Arizona heat production
It's not [?] or nothing
And judge it by the way that you heard the technique
People seek the L.A. streets
Sweet slick talking, unique
My man, [?] rhymes that [?]
[?] definition on the plan [?]
And just in case
You're trying to outpace the verse
[?]
Relentless
[?] unidentified physics
Bona fide [?] make the turntable [?]
You gotta get wit it
We don't talk it, we live it

Yo let's do this
Listen to this!
Come on!
Do it!
Come on, come-come-come-on
Check it out!
Word!
Huh!
You-you don't want none
That's right
Fuck with us and you get burnt

[?] omega
A [?] nature
Flavor on paper
Niggas still catch vapors
Impressed from [?]
We get fresh

Oh-la-oh-la-yeah

We provided the urge
Step up and get served
Reunited like Peaches and Herb
We speaking the word
We bringing the vibe
We setting the trend
We holding the throne
Oh my god, here we go again
Hot imposition from the beginning
You listening to the brother
With the description poetic pulp fiction
Spitting the killer rendition
Turning citizens to victims
With the writer's ambition
Vocabulary diction
'Cause I came to specify
The rest of my televise
Killing all you other guys
Ain't no need to compromise
Still couldn't get it
If I slow down and say just
Stop, and listen to the DJ

I'm so invincible
Check this out
I'm so invincible because I got that
Let me hear you say yeah!
Say hell yeah!

Now throw your hands up
And reach for the part of the sky you can't touch
And if you're in the back, you need to step up front
And if you can't hear it, then tell 'em to turn it up
What the hell are you waiting for?
Everybody in here on the dance floor
Your hands in the air and that's what's up
'Cause I'm on the mic and Z-Trip is on the cut

Come on!

Come hard wit it
[?] wit it
It's authentic
It's like don't stop, get it, get it
The right combo
Collaboration and [?]
The way to make a brother drop the bomb, yo
From the moment that they announce me
'Cause I'm quick to grab the mic and say peace to Romanowski
And to all those that doubt me
Or wouldn't allow me
Yo, nigga it ain't about me
It's about a kid that I know
That's one of the illest primals
Spinners [?] vinyl
Best [?] and taking you there
And holding you down
And making sure you're feelin' it now

With a tight-braced sound
To all the others, man it's over now
Pack your bags, get your records, start rollin' out
And if you still think that you should wear the crown
It ain't happening
[?] Z-trip, break it down