Lyrics:
bitch to work a double shift, I need the crib
Invited forty niggas to the spot no doubt
and broadcast the VHS of me bussin it out
Niggas all on the dick
up in the corner of the kitchen
I'm just rocking steady while the system broadcasts lies
I'm not getting compromised.
Coming through in that
say..
Jolted down the broadcast (??)
Second time today
(chorus)
Dealin with the hogwash
As you know x2
Flyin through this trail
A blue rain
with the shrinky dink pants milk crate steady mic
check one two feedback shellac about to break on
through broadcast by a radio station low
to the dance, (dancin'?)
broadcast vast audio radiance, enhance
wave hands, shake pants as I commence
DJ wheel up drop bass then advance
I get reactions just like
Of Death
But they'd rented it to some kid
I'm tired of the same old gore
Kick Butt Cable Network gives me more
All day
All night
Broadcast live
Gas
Fry
broadcast fallacies and call it the news
who's gonna fight the almighty legislature
When a woman's not a woman but another incubator
When the choleric voice
to broadcast a subject we know is not right
Look at us - but don't look at us in disgust
You know the reality and it's time to adjust
Think to yourself, don't
me shit
This portion of the broadcast is adjourned with a dark tint
Now I've got razor blades in my throat and I don't mind it one bit
From
the stupidness you talkin, you gon' regret that (BO)
Get back bitch, broadcast me, live on the air
Brought to you from the corner street, I'm still here
the legend and they are like no other
Trained by the greater legend mother and father
Now we think jump up lyrics are alright
But we'd like to broadcast
trimmin's
Can broadcast a bed from Simmon's
Cause Franklin knows
Anything goes
trimmin's
Can broadcast a bed from Simmon's
Cause Franklin knows
Anything goes
broadcast it on nobody's radio
Oh yes, keep it to yourself
reprogramming of the M.I.T.
virtual reality equipment to self-destruct, as it broadcasts the words:
ALL
"Actual reality - Act Up - Fight AIDS"
MIMI
Excuse me -
difficulties with Joan as well, so...Ehm...I'm just beeing told that someone is infiltrating our broadcasts. Eh...Are we going off the air?..
(Strange
radio just broadcast trash
Surround the wack, blast my semi-auto tracks
Launching deadly hollow caps and
Taking out the whack
And many follow that,
the sweat from his neck and the sleep from his eyes
It's 1997, the last morning of August
At the corner of 7-Eleven he hears the broadcast
Another saint
know everybody wears them.
They broadcast the pain–how you hurt, how you reacted.
Did cancer take your child? Did your father have a heart attack?
tickers and broadcasts through power lines
Freedom buried in sound bites, buried in headlines
And we sing
Whoa oh Whoa oh
Whoa oh Whoa oh
just being told that someone is infiltrating our broadcasts. Eh... Are we going off the air?..
[Strange monster voice / Dee Snider:] Good evening, you
everything
Broadcast funny outside in
You don't know her name but anyway
This you can't check in, I feel the same
You don't know her name but anyway
damaged
Or broken compassion
Not enough rope in the van when
World is collapsing
Our mode of action
Broadcast through the glass
Its all we can manage
Donate
Did you know
That the right won?
Another fool
You're the sidearm
And it's enough
That you broadcast
You got the touch
This is the last one
This is
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