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the radio handle the truth? Nope
Uncut, no edits, no censors
You can get a plastic rapper from any old dispenser
A penny a yard, to make a record ain't
forgiveness
Deep in my heart, please, I'm cryin' for forgiveness
Allah, You Akbar, I fall to my knees for forgiveness

Branded by the steel iron, bullets flyin'
Deep in my heart, please, I'm crying for forgiveness
Allah you Akbar, I fall to my knees for forgiveness
Branded by the steel iron, bullets flying
Ladies
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,
Judging by the voice
He was free to himself so real
We slaved ourselves to sacrifice
More than that we do not know
Then you hear him on the radio
seas of blood, fighting with hell bent rage. 

Swear the creed of unity, by the circle of blood 
We are one, we know not fear! Born to fight not run.
Judging by the voice
He was free to himself so real
We slaved ourselves to sacrifice
More than that we do not know
Then you hear him on the radio
Judging by the voice
He was free to himself so real
We slaved ourselves to sacrifice
More than that we do not know
Then you hear him on the radio
here by my side
I'd sacrifice all them tears in my eyes, oh

Aicha Aicha, passing me by
Aicha Aicha, my my my
Aicha Aicha, smile for me now
Aicha Aicha,
And the old hearts, they race their way though the night
The upheaval of who they really are
Growin' up under normal conditions, television and radio
That's
to go and get caught up in a radical phase?

My conscience was clear and my wallet was full
I didn't hear none of this "sacrifice" bull
Tough times
That they're about to play my record
On the radio

So I write another song as I go along
To let you know just where I been
Don't want to meet myself
In the eighties, I had a radio.
I had a real bad haircut
And nowhere to go except Aladdin's Castle and Eckerd Drugs.
She had sweat bands, she liked
a sit-down
Forget the studio and the mixdown
It's time to set it, you talkin loud without the credit
You clean like a radio edit
You couldn't tell that
the house structure
Like Empire State, the power will surely crush you 
As a pun on a radio edit, or nasty soda
I'm colder in the heart when the camel back
to splurge on effects and reverb
Once that cue system shit hit them ears your brain's gonna curve
Drop the mister two inch, half inch for any edits
Radio
This is not the way I plan on living for the rest of my life
But for right now, it gets me by, it gets me by

It’s reached the point in the night
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
of truth eludes me like sand through the cracks in my hands
Retaliatory silhouettes in apocalyptic lands
Nomadic by the second, but I can't let this stress
tomorrow might brings
I'm not your puppet I don't give a fuck I'll cut off the strings
My straightjacket fits, the sleeves made by society
It's always
chillin' in a hotel room, lonely 
But I thank God I'm with my homies 
But sometimes I wish I was back home 
But only no radio or video's gonna show me no
Sittin' up in the hotel room lonley
But I thank god I'm wit my homies
But sometimes I wish I was back home

But only no radio or videos
'Cause they show me
gets pushed by Sony
I'm in the middle like monie
And the press say that
My own people disowned me
And the best way back
Is to keep your head
I thank god I'm wit my homies
But sometimes I wish I was back home
But only no radio or videos
'cause they show me no love
The phony gotta hit
you can't hear the silence
Even when it's there. Like the wind seen from the window,
Seeing it but not being touched by it.


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