The Right DJ I-Dee (Ft. Jean Grae & Wrekonize)

{*scratched Speak & Spell: "Dee, Jay, I, Dee"*}

[Wrekonize]
It's Wrekonize.. Jean Grae.. ha ha!
I spit a mean ol' lil' song bouncin past the break of dawn
'Til I wonder under which planet's orbit have I gone
I am the E-lectric, next shit you keep on hearin
With a million little soldiers holdin up the gold appearance
I ride along the third rail with six lonely senses
Beotch carries a burnt tail, she slides along the fences
See me, I can attain elite, off of the game
CD, sales are lame so F-F-F-FUCK radio play
We are the lost children runnin 'round in circles
Feelin off them flat screen dreams all in between commercials
I sit up in the nighttime wonderin why I even write lines
I thought the world was 'sposed to end w-w-way back, in the nine-nine
But oh my my, if I lie, then strike me down I see...
D-D-D-D-DJ I-Dee

[Chorus: DJ I-Dee]
Well hello, my children, how've you, been feeling?
The world is, unwilling, to make peace, for living
I see, they want to make a problem fightin me
But you can not control the soundwaves without the right I-Dee
I say well hello, my children, how've you, been feeling?
{*scratching*}