Waitin For The DJ
Talib Kweli Lyrics

Waitin' for the DJ to Let your body rock (It's your boy Kweli, BK MC) So I can show you just what I got (Memph Blow in the house)
Talib Kweli is waiting for the DJ to start playing music that would make the body of the people present sway to the music. He intends to display his musical abilities when the music starts playing.

Music is the air I breathe The prayer I leave Rippin' in the atmosphere Up there in the breeze Stronger then the revolution That you wear on your sleeve Its all I know Not an idea you believe I spit bars you can't touch Like tips in strip bars Get charged, man I drop hits that hit hard Hit bars with my brown shook 'cause this starred The night just start, I'm waitin'
Music is an essential part of Talib Kweli's life, and he considers it to be even stronger than the revolutionary ideas people promote. He is a talented musician who is unmatched when it comes to spitting rhymes that are hard-hitting and get people charged up. He is looking forward to showcasing his skills during the night.

We all hop in the car deep We bring Brooklyn to the city My fellas lookin' sharp my ladies lookin' pretty When the DJ let the needle drop The beat'll rock, the beat'll start Boppin' and my people got it poppin' like needle marks 3 o'clock and it's mass hysteria I'm about to hit the cafeteria I'm Waitin'
Talib and his friends are excited and ready to party. They bring the Brooklyn vibe with them wherever they go, and they all look presentable. When the DJ starts playing music, the crowd responds with enthusiasm and starts dancing as if they're on a high. As the night progresses, the atmosphere turns into a frenzy, and Talib is eager to get food from the cafeteria.

I read the lines and all the 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 Though I can't sleep on you no You was a star tonight It like shown through Vampires takin' a bite I'm in the zone too I always end up takin' the flight Makin' a right for the fam So tight in the jam A fight began Always heard bad niggas tryin' to act like a man The DJ had the mic in his hand Like calm down (Waitin' for the DJ to, let your body rock)
Talib reflects on his experience at the club, where he saw a beautiful woman who's captured his attention. He realizes that the club is not the best place to find a suitable partner, but he can't help but think about her. The woman was the center of attention, a star among the crowd, and Talib felt like he was in a dream. However, the night was not all-good and confrontations arose, but the DJ intervened calmly.

Yeah, it was like I was the audience at the concert You at the converse With the Luis Vuitton purse Tiger's eye around the wrist With the fly and the prints Lookin' up your arm a blender with a tatooed gift I had to catch a plane but you make me warm as day I had to catch your name and I'm waitin'
Talib makes a comparison between his experience at the club and the feeling of being part of a concert crowd. He describes a woman wearing a fashionable outfit, accessorized with a luxurious Louis Vuitton bag and a tiger's eye bracelet. He was enthralled by her tattoo, which seemed to blend the colors of the ink to become an artistic masterpiece. Although his time was running out, he was captivated by the woman and waited to catch her name before he had to leave.

'cause they let me chasing through the same old song So just clap your hands together 'til they make that sound
Talib is tired of the DJ playing the same songs over and over again. He encourages the crowd to clap their hands in unison and make a unique sound, trying to create a new experience within the repetitive music.

Yeah, hot runnin' the summertime its why I said it Guys see the flesh catch a dyed fetish Hunnies smellin' to sweet its like I'm diabetic On stars and the sky in seminal, dianetic Drop the top beat up the block On plow, now when they smoke a tree up As shots reach the new tunes Dogs who lose Hollerin' at the new move Ours, I'm like the sun, the flower in full bloom When I come out the house we complete like the number 9 Gimme some of yours, I'm a give you some of mine Your off the sucka rhyme A song will sound like one of mine I know you love it when I shine, I'm waitin'
Talib is hyped up during the summertime and enjoys watching people admire the beauty they find around themselves. He is in his element, enjoying the atmosphere and the new music from the DJ. As the music moves the crowd, he compares himself to the sun and a blooming flower. He feels fulfilled when connecting with others and is waiting to share and appreciate the music together.