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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
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,
The Rooftop, Latin Quarter, cause I was there
Red Alert downtown, Brucie Bee uptown
Grandmaster Vic had a different sound
You had block parties, with free
reaction
A fraction too much friction
Science fiction
Uptown girl downtown jive talking
Walking in the rain stayin' alive
Freak out


We can work it out,
All
a Communist

Well, I spied a girl and before she could leave
I said, let's go and play Adam and Eve
I took her by the hand and my heart it was thumpin'
When she
on the psychiatric couch,
He said, tell me about it.

Well, the whole thing started at three o'clock fast,
It was all over by quarter past.
I was down in
behind bars
Beef ain't the Summer Jam for Hot 97
Beef is the cocaine and AIDS epidemic
Beef don't come with a radio edit
Beef is when the judge is
behind bars
Beef ain't the Summer Jam for Hot 97
Beef is the cocaine and AIDS epidemic
Beef don't come with a radio edit
Beef is when the judge is
on the psychiatric couch
He said, "Tell me about it"

Well, the whole thing started at 3 o'clock fast
It was all over by quarter past
I was down in the sewer with
Joe could blow
Just like the radio
And he used to drove them "B" girls wild

But when grandma started happy dancing
(Oh, she gon' break somethin')
[Kool Keith] 

I got skill  you're on my tip  now back off 

Slack off  let me do this  and y'all turn the wack off 

The radio stereo here we go
to call bluffs
Ladies try lockin' niggaz down like cuffs

It's off the heezy, girl, I like my hair peasy
(Touch me, tease me)
Girl, take it easy
I
only fooled by the baby face
I'm not diggin' yo man I'm just thuggin' for Benjamins

So stop the hatin' increase the radio cake
I'm not familiar with you