NO more dating djs no more dating djs, mcs, producers, hiphop critics, radio hosts, etc
Wanted: a girl to date a dj
must have strong arms for heavy lifting includes crates & my ego
looks not important to me you will never look as good as the girls on my bootlegs, white labels & cd covers but please try not to look uglier than any of my dj buddy's girlfriends I really hate that
DON'T TOUCH MY EQUIPMENT
I like music, long walks on any street that sells used records, music, being a hater, music, and I do like music
must be able to watch several hours of DMC World Championship video footage
PS: if you've never heard of dj rectangle, please do not apply.
I'm done with dating rappers, mcs, djs, I'm looking for a real nice rodger's cable guy who thinks a technique is a way to make love to me
I was in love with your potential I thought your hands were speaking to me
remember when we met an you were on that jungle brother's back to Africa trip? you got me to throw away my rope chain even took chemicals out my hair
you said you were my man and we would be a strong black unit of change but your mamma's basement was too small to oust a revolution
grown a** manbut why move out & get a job? you said you were about to make some cheddar of all this rappin' & producin' wait till you play me the new ssheee*t
you said the sexiest thing 'bout me besides my fat a** was the way I made you think & me and my fat a** was tickled pink but now it seems that mic chords are the only things you tickle.
I'm tired of eating invisible scratch pickles
I stopped buying your mix tapes the day you said girls can't dj because their inner ear is smaller and it throws off the mixes [bleep] a guest list after 3 years I'm more than just a guest but I guess you just aint know
I stopped analyzing your lyrics when you stopped listening to my radio show
and don't ever get it twist I'm telling you the worst groupies have di*ks every guy i know can tell a story about a h* and a rap star
"I ain't hating, it's the truth dog, I witnessed it, I swear"
now your'e a man at least for the groupie she about to give sex you already passed your tape to the rapper he's about to beat the things now why are you still there?
and these groupie h*s with their 5 minute hugs I don't watch no face but these girls take pleasure in provoking me
and I can't say [bleep] I got to retaliate in silence because the lanyard from your backstage pass keeps on choking me
and NO I don't wanna hang out with the other dj girlfriends they're adapters automatic after-performance clappers preparation-h for swollen ego [bleep] rappers they adapt to any climate given [bleep] about any time it seems appropriate
you take these girls for joke skin tease like the two a you-all gon' live happy ever after they study dinosaurs we call them dino wh*res
why?
cause that's what you call the girls who flock to the clubs on a saturday night to do what she can to catch a toronto raptor she's an adaptor
you can take you know yellow pagin' dubplate makin' body tricks but personally I'll pass
used to give a [bleep] about turntablism but now you could basically galloping scratch my a**
I know I sound amplified you can tell your friends it's just hey remember when you broke my face plate?
[bleep] the best mixer you ever had was a jemini
and it's not the dj it's me for thinking he's listening to what he play and the messages he's putting in the universe