The Tongue - I Know a DJ lyrics

I know a DJ, I know a DJ [X4] [Verse 1] I had 12 tracks recorded and ready to play When a call from the label says they're on their way To the studio to hear what I'm plotting on dropping In ya ear, at the time, felt like, this was the record of the year Confidence - all time high, friends dug it, heads love it Had a twinkle in my eye 'til the man in the suit said he can't compute So I looked at him a little confused He took a breath and told me "Look son, it's really so simple The rhymes are hot but I can't hear your single You're gonna need something for the kids to sweat you Or a, beat from Kanye so fans'll respect you" I thought about his proposition, then explained how there's many other ways I Can dominate the competition I ain't gotta go mainstream to blow, and I ain't gonna blow to go Mainstream, for sure So if even the radio don't give this love I know DJ Diaz'll cut it up in the club [*DIAZ SCRATCH Chorus*] [Verse 2] You see a single is just that - one idea One shot to hit the big time and get out there To the kids and the wallets, try to make a profit Off the last 5 years that you put into your product No shame in tryna make a doller outta the game It's no game when radio's paid to push play It's OK to reject the role they wrote ya Don't act Cyprus Hill if you be a non-smoker Or let the magazine gloss blur vision Front covers only last 'til the next edition After that you're the next addition To a list of victims falling hard off a chart position They got egos for airbags so teeth get chipped When the self-esteem crashes and the wings get clipped But even if the TV don't give this love I know that DJ Skoob'll spin it up in a club [*SKOOB SCRATCH Chorus*] [Verse 3] You may have noticed my humour's dry, won't water this down for the human eye Rather you cry me a river, so I can go swimming in the tears of a music critic I'm self-acquitted, of the need to reform or a**imilate Wear a black hat to the side or imitate Imagination is back in fasion Had to unplug the cable for that to happen Looked inside myself like my eyes turned 180 degrees Slaughterhoused 80 mc's, 'til they lent me their ears Lent me a hand, pull each other up under-ground take a stand Spread like rumours and tumors until the tenants upstairs see there's No room for improvement Cos this music is something special Down for the cause like a monk with a can of petrol Can I get you to say: independant hip hop all damn day! Cos even if our leaders won't give this love I know El Gusto'll bang it out in the club [*EL GUSTO SCRATCH Chorus*] I know a DJ, I know a DJ [X4]