I know a DJ, I know a DJ 





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









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









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 assimilate

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

Cause 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!

Cause even if our leaders won't give this love

I know El Gusto'll bang it out in the club







I know a DJ, I know a DJ