Play My Song

Hey Mr dJ, come and holler at your boy
Put me on replay
I got bars that won't destroy
See I got bars that make sense
And I got truth that sets free
And I got beats that go hard
And their not playing don't make sense to me
Since I ain't rappin' about poppin' mollies
Tryna get spins like boxing Ali
In his prime, but I got the dolly
I'm lifting up the K-IN-G
"They don't play yo song?" I'm like
"not probably" boxing me out, I'm like Yali
Unless I'm rapping that nonsense
Or conscious rapping – Talib Kweli
A-IN T that conduit
I'm the emcee with the kind of rap
Where the far-reaching, where Ghana
At, Uganda at, Botswana at
By the God in the flesh incarnate
Perfect life that they hear and hate
Crucified, resurrected
The kind of rap with them kind of facts

They cut on the radio
They say they can't find me
They cut on the video
They say they can't find me dJ, play my song
DJ, play my song dJ, play my song
DJ, play my song

Yeah, got the truth packed into them lines
Boy god just fixed our broken lives, boy
Homeboy, you know what we do
Tell the DJ go'n and spin me truth
Every station playin' these same songs
I'm tired of hearing dudes grind and shinin'
Selling drugs to these minors, ‘cause all
I hear is dope lines, I promise
Kush this, pack that, spin this, wrapped up
Ice this, ride that
That's all that they rap about
We act out what we rap ‘bout
No max out on that crack route
‘Cause with Christ back it's Beyoncé
– Super Bowl blackout
Can we hear a song that
Raise the cross in it?
No gun bars and all the floss in it?
With the Lord in it
But it go hard and it's authentic? Tell the
DJ that he knew he been avoiding it

They cut on the radio
They say they can't find me
They cut on the video
They say they can't find me dJ, play my song
DJ, play my song dJ, play my song
DJ, play my song