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the deal?
Maybe my words are just too real
It's not profanity, it's just the man and me
He doesn't want you to see what I see
Doesn't want you to be what
stand.
Loyalty torched dignity,
Burned him up and he ran.
There's nothing worse than a radio edit.
Girls' fashion's callous, the standard
Is angry,
along, on the radio, radio.
Got fire in my eyes and boys on my mind, they come and go, they come and go.038

Kiss every man while you still can, like
with Hannibal Lector, hot shit
So feel me when I bring it
Sing it loud
I'm from the Lou and I'm proud
Run a mile for the cause
I'm righteous above
those who's blessin thee, mic, but too aggressively
Relax, man, let it come natural, feel the ecstacy
When you're holdin the mic, you should expect to be
friends and they said come on out west
It's a place where a man can really feel his succes

So he pulled his heart and soul down off the shelf
Packed
A radio plays `White Christmas'
It's been doing that for years
If someone leaves the station
Oh please don't talk to strangers
Can't you see
mind, baby) 
To let it go, let it go
Here we go
La-da-di-dup-dup die dy (c'mon, we're there)
On the radio
The system is gonna feel so fine 

Pump
by the store
Romeo starts his engine
And wipes the blood of the door
And he brodys through the signal
With the radio full blast
Leavin' the boys
and mugs, I hang with Hannibal Lector (Hot Shit)
So feel me when I bring it, sing it loud wha
I'm from the Loop and I'm proud
Run a mile for the cause
I'm
Billy, mon
Talking really and I need it mon
Flows, I kick 'em freely mon, especially off Remi, mon
Keys to my Beemer, mon
Holla at Beenie Man
See me, mon,
really and I need it mon
Flows I kick 'em freely mon, 'specially off Remi, mon
Keys to my Beemer, mon, holla at Beenie Man

See me, mon, cheifin rollin
and mugs, I hang with Hannibal Lector (Hot Shit)
So feel me when I bring it, sing it loud wha
I'm from the Loop and I'm proud
Run a mile for the cause
I'm
with Hannibal Lector, hot shit
So feel me when I bring it
Sing it loud
I'm from the Lou and I'm proud
Run a mile for the cause
I'm righteous above
winces now an' then
An' he leans against the car door
Feels the blood in his shoes
Someone's cryin' at the fire point
In the phone booth by the store
put it to the curb
We was, young and buckwild in the hood havin fun
A van drove by and my boy caught one
My heart poundin, I was chasin the past
I seen
influence is foolish, that was my views
I’m back at it, the rap addict, by any means
We gon get these stacks accurate, no skinny jeans
Say he ain’t a star,
[scarface]
I woke up to a tune on the radio, check it
An old church hymn behind a breakbeat record (yeahhh)
Sounded kinda funky so I pumped it, right
You hear me rhyme and try to shine on my time  forget it 
Hear me on radio  live vocally do edits 
E Swift scratchin and threading  with supreme
at night, somethin' ain't right
I feel I'm being tailed by the same sucker's head lights
Is it that fool that I ran off the block?
Or is it that clown last
the dark

Yeah, Radio man I'm talking to you
And you machine beat junkies
That have locked your doors
Will get diseased by the rock-n-roll whore
If I dared
by day it's more impossible to cope
I feel like I'm the one that's doin' dope
Can't seem to keep my mind on a steady track
I'm all about gettin'
really and I need it mon
Flows I kick 'em freely mon, 'specially off Remi, mon
Keys to my Beemer, mon, holla at Beenie Man

See me, mon, cheifin rollin
radios squawk
The police patrol the streets
But I've left behind the man I used to be
Everything he believed and all that belonged to me
I tried
letter L
Six hundred fly by, what the hell?
V-12 full detail, sittin' on Sprewell's

Who in?  Can't tell, too much tint
But why the radio so loud?