Lyrics:
It's always Kansas
That's where I always break down
That's where my world
Tumbles to the ground
It's always Kansas
That's where I fall apart
Hip Hop Hits radio
Turned down low, Kansas City girl
I still hear what you’re playing
Where I’m coming from ain’t the same ol’ rodeo
I was thinking
live, real rap's back again
You in tune to the real, Hard Truth Soldier radio
The "Sonic Jihad" continues
Where you either with us, or you against us
man talking on the radio
Said we're all doomed to the inferno
Baby we could be the ones to start the fire
Let's rob a bank babe, make it public
Burn
I'm still a G, thuggin' out in public, believe it
Gangsta's don't die
They get chubby and they move to Miami, I moved to Miami
I'm banned from Wet
Stop it, stop it hey radio, fuck you! Radio
Fuck you! Y’all don’t want to lose again a
Lot of people here tonight felt like
They lost you know why?
of the underground music scene
To attempt to change their so-called artistic endeavors, in a
Vain attempt to appeal to the public at large.
Behold,
Ayy ayy, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop
Stop it radio, fuck you!
Radio, fuck you!
Ya'll don't wanna lose again
Lot of people here felt
Tonight like
you can be
Word, censorship of reality
Radio suckers never play me
Radio suckers never play me
Radio suckers never play me
Suckers don't, but
in a grain wayside
In the flint hills of Kansas
He bought an olds with an am radio
Things were rolling right along
In the flint hills of Kansas
[DJ: This is radio K-EAZY-E. Hi, this is Greg Mac. Mac Attack
And we're gonna go to the phones right now and find out what's
goin' on. Hello, who is
[DJ: This is radio K-EAZY-E. Hi, this is Greg Mac. Mac Attack
And we're gonna go to the phones right now and find out what's
goin' on. Hello, who is
I got my Girl by my Side
cnd I'm headed down the road.
There's a Buck Owens Song,
On the cM Radio.
Well my Pickup Truck,
Is loaded up,
With my Dog,
intense on my soul
Don't you take it from me Judas
I feel so fucking naked in my music
But I cannot survive if I lied to
The public and I shelled my heart
Damnation Kansas Im here to cure the madness, to find and fix this bad Original misdeed
Damnation Kansas you're calling out so frantic, souls
(T)he town of Holcomb Kansas
Stands on a lonesome plain
Farmin’ there’s a hard row to hoe
Hardly ever rains
The good people who live there
By
They try to play me close,
Well keep your lady safe.
Hoppin' the way we go
I'm super fly, aviate
Made for the radio
Feel my vibe radiate
Made
faith
We are the children of your rivals
Holding guns while reading Bibles
Go ahead and seal your fate
Straight out the gate
I am the public enemy
Rock my soul, huh, ow, huh
Smokestack, fatback
Many miles of railroad track
All night radio, keep on runnin'
Through your rock 'n' roll soul
All
Rock my soul, huh, ow, huh
Smokestack, fatback
Many miles of railroad track
All night radio, keep on runnin'
Through your rock 'n' roll soul
All
of me is gonna always be in Kansas
But right now I gotta go
Somewhere over the radio, way out past the county line
There's a place where you wake up
Hard truth soldier radio
Brothers and sisters, this is not a test
I've been asked by Public Enemy
Leader Chuck D to make this emergency
and Tecca Nina niggaz know the rest)
Gay,
Is all you punks and mitch bades diss in your trunk won't get played on the radio
Too gangsta for an old lady
the marquee
There's laughing outside
We're locked out of the public eye
Some smooth chords
On the car radio
No hard chords
On the car radio
Friends warehouse
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