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Radio Suckers

Ice-T

Power

1988

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

Lyrically, I'm drivin' drunk how I'm swervin'
In and out of genres, I ain't pop or urban
I'm my own category, you can
Call that shit purpose, listen
I need

the coldest clique
Call me prototype, never had a mold to fit
My clothes is dipped, my bros is lit
Only time you been sick is when the COVID hit
Better get in

My flow was opium, we cock bottles and open them
The relevance

Stop by, tryna see a nigga
All I buy is these trees, king
100 ki's in them

Bow to the Masta

Kool Keith

Celebrity Deathmatch

1999

and radio and poster hype

Now that 3,000 people lost their jobs, I'm a see how your record do
But you're stuttering out your boo boo, can't give a decent

loud, to anyone who doubts the possibility, of urban Warfare/

Got my brother on my 6, and we creeping through your city Streets/
cn honorable death, is

hear my songs the radio is bangin'
Oh, I can't believe my ears
And what everybody's sayin'
Boy I'll tell you, folks don't know the half
I would give

I Wish

R. Kelly

TP-2.com

2000

hear my songs the radio is bangin'
Oh, I can't believe my ears
And what everybody's sayin'
Boy I'll tell you, folks don't know the half
I would give

is
Her specialty, after all hands come up
One by one "Oh my god, Rihmeek, "
Nicki groans exaggeratedly, invoking Meek's
Middle name for effect "Every

This is music to be murdered by

Got a premonition
I feel the end is near
The beauty starts to fade
My joy has turned to pain
I hear the symphony

Keith]
Yeah Ced.. {*echoes*}

Once again, I hear your garbage on my radio
Left to right, and comin through my stereo
I turn it off, go off without show-off

The Coolest

King T

The Very Best of Hip Hop Most Wanted

2003

up like cancer
My style is original, not a subliminal
You say to yourself there's no one better, than him you know
Bustin all bustaz, killin all

Graffiti something called a crime that half of you do
Even if you don't realize it or aren't part of a crew
Like when you're on the phone doin'

a radio MC
You must not listen to songs
I'm so sorry, you're nobody
Just a guy Kano's bringing along
Say hello to Kano's hypeman (Ghetto)
In fact, you sound

Hardcore Nights

UTD

Urban Thermo-Dynamics

1999

on the tracks
This ain't romper room, you better learn how to act
Before I take my trey-eight to your door
So "Yo chill, everything cool sweetheart" - yeah, I

of communication and
I knew I could sing from being
In tune with the radio
I would listen to whatever my
Mom played in the car
The big divas: Whitney, Mariah, Celine

later in March of 2017 
Performed at SXSW for Urban Fêtes (at Peckerheads)
Half blinded by the truth Jack Thriller can see
A young star left eye, nah it

tell you some stories and crazy facts
See there was Keith Urban in our grade 12 summer
You know Jacqui Paris dropped us off after supper
See we didn’t

of liked
The Beatles
Better
But I love the Stones
Too

Anyway
My parents took
Some chances
They used their brains
And

They're super kind
And they gave me

sucked out your mum’s punani
You look like you’ve got cancer
So clashing me is not the answer
So you're better of going back
To the strip club
Carry

A-ring-a-ding-ding-ding
Yee

If you're in love with me, you better fuck with me now
If you're in love with me, you better fuck with me now
If you're in love with me, you

rushes through the sky
Like the blurry memory of a race car zooming by

My fingers shiver
My shutter shudders
Not fast enough to capture where the wind

figured, son (yeah)
I don't think they hear you son (yeah)
Haha, drop a load on 'em

Now first but not least, you will respect Keith
Lay a nigga down

the fritzy tungsten
Son of urban confusion hatched in a pit where the brutes live
Put the stogie out in my palm and then grin (I'm the rudest)
Serotonin