Lyrics:
You came in your rocket ship
From another solar system
Told us places that you've been
Then explained your only mission
Earthling, weightless, you
The sound of the weapon called a microphone
Bring the revolution on
Broadcasting till the early morn' and
Pirate radio rockin it on
Revolution
Miranda
Tell 'em this whole shit is propaganda! Word!
[Wyclef]
Yo, sound system, you know what I'm sayin'?
Jericho Sound, system!
Turn up your
Glitch, in the system
Glitch, in the system
I'm broadcasting everywhere yeah international (International)
My bars are so fire yeah they're flammable
You came in your rocket ship
From another solar system
Told us places that you've been
Then explained your only mission
Earthling, weightless
You
"I am the DX21 crazo schizophrenic
And this is breaking news from the Back Staircase Broadcasting Network
Brooklyn born rapper Fabolous
Who's Debut
system high sodium
Niggas tried to knock
Me off my podium
On my way to
The top Babylonian had
To get rid of
A few associates wrecking
Cleaning crew I'm
in the form of bush but is Really Reagan the real bush died Since September eleventh real Emergency but no broadcasting System I guess their waiting
This is a test of
The emergency broadcasting system
This is a test of Alex speaking
And you have to listen
This is a test, this is not an actual
broadcasting
The person gone missing
Trapped in the system, we've all been a victim
The person gone missing
Trapped in the system
Just tell me with the wisdom
fueling my anger just like petroleum
I'm scolding them with the hard rhymes from a scarred mind
From living amongst the hard times
Where people just
Georgia, we shinin
Deeper than petroleum jelly, we in the air like conversations
on celly and just appear like stretch marks on bellies
after givin birth you
bank accounts
Under your name
Mother Nature
Doesn't lie
Only we do
There's no redo
Look within
Look within
To your system
Does it work all for you
Until
character, not from Arista
But firing weapons released on Geffen
So duck as I struck with the soul of Motown
My central broadcasting systems is low down
your fairest
And carry the casket you pushed them into you unruly fascist while you hid behind a system that insists
It’s democratic
Oh but I can’t say
up, it's Hella Time
Spirit knocks and enters it's divine
Not outside all of us, but Within the System
It's by design, so thank time
Light and Soul
rear-view mirror
It looked like Master Splinter was pullin'
It into the fuckin' sewer system"
River, river, river rat
River Rat-a-saurus Rex
I'm like, "Who
released on Geffen
So duck as I struck with the soul of Motown
My central broadcasting systems is low down
And dirty, like that bastard
It's getting
credit card holders accepted
But I'm a minority septic tank on ABC
Turner Broadcasting figures already done took over this bitch
System just still
I am broadcasting
The law in our own hands
To all the countries of the world
Give you message on message
Hate to hate on my street
I want to create
broadcasting systems is low down
And dirty, like that bastard
It's getting drastic
biased to the cold
Mix petroleum and sess
Cause I like the highs and lows
Yeah the kid never ad lib
Just another mood swing
Bat above average
Faculty
Let's gut this intricate system
Hooked up to a petroleum drip
A new right hand, motions and everything
I suppose I can get used to this phantom limb
the system like a PlayStation
They run my name and lock me up with no hesitation
I'm chilling staying away from haters just like a vacation
I had no visits for
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