Lyrics:
Everything I'll ever want
Is waiting for me in Vermont
I'll pony up and leave the bay
To see Vermont another day
Everything I'll ever want
Is
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
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
Playing in the backyard I could always hear you crying
The sun was out and shining always shining for a while
Oh when we lived on Vermont Avenue
I
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
[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
there were reviews in
Billboard and Cash Box
But they were by professional critics
And they rarely reflect
The opinions of the public the critics were
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
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
the public you not on this
You ain’t go platinum your shadow did
And I ain’t lookin for acknowledges
I just wanna f*ck on college b**ch
They say the elephant
to Vermont
I kick it lickety split
And hand it to the man in the tan van
And, as for you and your crew I don't hate you
Peace is my priority 'cause Marley said
to Vermont
I kick it lickety split
And hand it to the man in the tan van
And, as for you and your crew I don't hate you
Peace is my priority 'cause Marley said
the things we can't do in public (Can't do in public, yeah)
And tomorrow we can chill and laugh and talk about it
She say she heard my song on the radio
She
Your eyes are long Vermont roads
With a tacky song on the radio
And your eyes are toothless young men
In Tennessee in the rain again
like cream I'm custard
The diamonds VVed and custom
I slide in the D she cussin
I smoke my weed in public
Serving then feens at Publix
I really
not understand
I was a young buck, flirtin' with disaster
So I went to Vermont to get my Masters
Straight up for education
Went to Ghana to see
and every radio D. J. too.
Every reggae reporter, producer, promoter
I'd just like to say thank you.
And all the youth I stand and salute
for staying
And out of the ? ? ?
There's laughing outside
We're locked out of the public eye
No smooth chords on the car radio
No harsh chords on the car radio
No
of the public eye
No Smooth Chords
On the car radio
No Smooth Chords
On the car radio
We set the trash on fire
And watch outside the door
And men come up
a miracle
It ain't good on the back for too long
Two of the hubcaps stayed in Vermont
But with your feet up on the dash
And that smile you could you patch up
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