Lyrics:
the record by the fist full
By the crate full, and we grateful
When you hear the stuff of records get a tasteful
(last night the DJ saved my life)
Cause
So call up the line
Get down wit', down wit' us
[Chorus]
This is a request Mr. Radio Man
Just one desire from a hip-hop fan
Hey DJ (you
close
Hear my thoughts in every note, whoa-oh
Make me your radio
Turn me up when you feel low
This melody was meant for you
Just sing along to my
vibrates the concrete
I'm sorry if you can't understand
But I need a radio inside my hand
Don't mean to offend other citizens
But I kick my volume way past
vibrates the concrete
I'm sorry if you can't understand
But I need a radio inside my hand
Don't mean to offend other citizens
But I kick my volume way
call up the line
Get down wit', down wit' us
This is a request Mr. Radio Man
Just one desire from a hip-hop fan
Hey DJ (you're on the line
call up the line
Get down wit', down wit' us
This is a request Mr. Radio Man
Just one desire from a hip-hop fan
Hey DJ (you're on the line
with a portable CD player
No you'd listen to the music on the
AM Radio AM Radio
Yeah you could hear the music on the
AM Radio AM Radio
Flashback,
goddamn night
I'd be in bed with the radio on
I would listen to it all night long
Just to hear my favorite song
You'd have to wait till you could hear
the record by the fist full
By the crate full, and we grateful
When you hear the stuff of records get a tasteful
(last night the DJ saved my life)
Cause
how you did me wrong
And I grew strong
And I learned how to get along
And now your back from outer space
Just turn around
'Cause your not
vibrates the concrete
I'm sorry if you can't understand
But I need a radio inside my hand
Don't mean to offend other citizens
But I kick my volume way
This is a request Mr. Radio Man
Just one desire from a hip-hop fan
Hey DJ, you're on the line, girl
Hey DJ, on the request line, girl
Play a record by my
did me wrong ,
and I grew strong ,
and I learned how to get along,
And now you're back, from outerspace,
Don't turn around, cos you're not welcomed
You'll meet many just like me upon life's busy street
With shoulders stooped and heads bowed down and eyes that stare in defeat
Or souls that live
have dreamt
Because I'm down with the three the unstoppable three
Me and Adam and D. were born to M.C.
And my body and soul and mind are pure
Never
vibrates the concrete
I'm sorry if you can't understand
But I need a radio inside my hand
Don't mean to offend other citizens
But I kick my volume way past
along
Now don't get me wrong, chill!
Let me out, no question, no doubt
God is a drought
I've come to wet the party like a tropical depression
a good hell and he succeeded
He began by putting thorns all over the trees
He mixed up the sand with millions of fleas
He scattered tarantulas along
I'm incredible I mix up shit like cake mix
Keep it blazin hot rhymes burn to keep you frost bit
MC's is assed out cause they lost it
Peep my
to get somewhere
That's real and pure and true and eternal
Toby can you go with your boy, let's go
Father God, I am clay in your hands
Help me
you
Motherfuck, motherfuck
Sister fucked, granny fucked
System, get some
Yeah, you, day two
Yeah, you, you, you
You a van, through the van
(Baby, you know, you know, you know I need your love)
You cannot find no one better than this
Try to do right by you, but we can't mix, I tried
What's up, ah ha, okay, shut up
'Cause I think we had enough about of radios in lust with the love bugs
Well, let me give you a big hug
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