Lyrics:
The revolution will not be televised
The revolution is here
Yeah, it's Common Sense, with DJ Premier
We gonna help y'all see clear
It's real
and the place was swinging
To gospel music by nine
Group after group appeared on the stage
And Sally just sat there crying
She bit her nails, looking pretty
side by side
On this journey we will ride
Feel the pull it's worldwide
In this beat we all confide
Stars align the music plays
Sound waves crisscross
my nigga DJ Quik brought this beat funk music
Where you at? (I got it)
Where you at? (I got it)
Where you at? (I got it)
All my nigga's makin'
the rhythm inside
It soothes my heart and soul
Mr DJ don't stop keep the music pumpin'
Feel the bass and the club is jumpin'
On the floor everybody's
So Fine Featuring J. Rob, Isaiah Sharkey & Eric Gales
Written by: Bobby Ray Sparks II & Antoine Smith
BOBBY SPARKS MUSIC (BMI), ANTOINE SMITH
MIXED
name is DJ Run
Shoots a gift like a gun
Slays suckers one by one
Rather chill than kill
Cause the killing's no fun
So together forever
Crew be
I'm gonna write a little letter,
Gonna mail it to my local DJ.
It's a rockin' rhythm record
I want my jockey to play.
Roll Over Beethoven, I gotta
in me
He put me down back in 1993
And now I grab mic and rock the party
I got Joys and Cheers for Pea by ease
Pea by ease short for family, they
more sadness, only music instead
Such a difference that the DJ made
My ghost town mindset began to fade
Dancing down the streets up in my mind
No more
tell Dj turn this up
The music pumping
Up in here
Let's hit the dance floor
And have some fun in here
I love the way it makes me feel
So tell the DJ
Asiatic" [Repeat: x3]
[Mighty Mouse]
"Here I come!"
"King Asiatic" [Repeat: x3]
"Here comes, the DJ" [Repeat: x3]
"Here comes., Mister Cee!"
All my peoples
All of my peoples
Everything's a-OK (it's all good)
We've been waiting way too long
So tell the DJ can play my song
All my
in sandra Bland
My heart hurt to see how it all would end
I am Sandra Bland i am George Floyd
DJ Screw in Texas, I love you
Shout out Trae the Truth
the tune
Just echoes under a blood-red moon
The records spin the vinyl's scratched
Memories of a world detached
The DJ whispers of days gone by
Of laughter
you want from me? I got pistols for da haters,
Ya fam will be in black like the playin' for da Raiders,
And ya music isn't favored, and DJ's they neva
HARD SCHOOL EVENTS BY DJ ARIOUS
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* LETRA OFFICIAL
* DJ ARIOUS - YOU ARE SO
it´s not a war. DJ, we want more, just dance, drop your gun fighting in disco Vietnam. No killing, only music hits, no shooting, just bass drum beats.
Can you feel the beat, it's calling out your name
We're lost in time, but we don't feel the pain
The DJ's spinning records, taking us higher
We're
by the sound
(Oh, oh) stop this beat is killing me
Hey Dr. DJ let the music take me underground
(Oh, oh) evacuate the dance floor
(Oh, oh) I'm
the sound of your spirit fade away
Get ready to fly
Let the music take us away
We can turn up the radio
Let the DJ save our soul
We can turn up the radio
Let
sound like a drive by
keep chicks moving
heat keep them open
put em in the mood and they leave something broken
D.J set the scene to it in the club
disco
By by by by by by by my disco
By by by by by by by my disco
Dancing all night long the music is going on
She is different from all the people
Another one
We The Best Music!
Yo, he ain't messing with no average chick, pop, pop
He got Nicki, he know that he hit the jackpot
Every baller
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