Lyrics:
And then I was taking the pictures
but the exposure thing wasn't right
and I was going to call Fred or Gerry
to find out how to get set it
I was too late
of the sound of the crowd
Back to back and minute by minute
Those records keep playing my feet ain't gonna quit
I love my radio I need my radio
Doing it right
in your don't know what you said book
Took-look-yuk-duk-wuk
Innovative ill factors by the Flavor Flav
Come and ride the Flavor wave
In any year
so much we probably numb to it by now
After all, it's the American way right?
Home of the brave and free (It's America)
Free just to murder me
to the imagination
I won't stop on my emanicipation, proclamation
Through the radio stations
Facin' me, ain't that hard but it ain't that easy
Like I don't know
Alright, look
I seen these guys backstage, I'm gonna say it right now
There isn't a group in the rap game today, that lyric for lyric
Can out-rap
on Fred Allen's radio show
(47) Frederick Delius: 1862-1934
English classical composer one of the
Earliest to be influenced by
African American music
(48)
much we probably numb to it by now
After all, it's the American way right?
Home of the brave and free (It's America)
Free just to murder me (land
for Charlie or Dirty Harry,
I feel surrendered by the pictures on the wall
The radio’s on, familiar songs,
It‘s been a while I hear a track of «Off
filling up my head by being quiet
And I, can't keep denying
That all I get from you is
Radio silence
Radio silence
I'd be lying if I said I wasn't dying
But
Let's listen to this dramatic show
Which was popular in the early days of radio
Ha ha, ha ha, uh, yeah yeah
Jazzy Jeff, Fresh Prince and uh
Listening to the radio
Long, long time ago
Damn near strangled by my appetite
Ybor City on a Friday night
Couldn't even stand up right
So high
child)
Well I'm, I'm feeling mighty fine
Got good music, music on my radio, oh
(That's right)
Well I, I want to kiss you baby
While we're standing
the radio and ride
Just ride
Well my girl started laughing
When I asked her about who did she call
She said you're jealous eyes they ain't justified
They're
[radio announcer]
This is DJ Sayyyy WHAT?! on this motherfucker
Comin at you live on WKYA Radio from the Brick City
The weather is callin for it
Then i started screwing around
-which is fooling around without dinner-
Then, I met Fred Casely
Wo said he could get me into Vaudeville
but, That
You smell like a peach papaya
She said, "Eat this psilocybin, I'ma be right back"
I'm like, "Aight" (aight)
"Ayy, I don't know what psilocybin is"
Segwaying right into the Tomorrow show
But that don't got the go so you turn it off ya turn on the radio,
The radio don't seem to get the click so you say
smell like a peach papaya
She said, "eat this psilocybin, I'ma be right back"
I'm like, "aight" (aight)
"Ayy, I don't know what psilocybin is" (no)
goodnight
I remember everytime
Every lie
That u told me in my eye
It's not right right right no it wasn't right
You let another guy smash cus it wasn't tight
the vapour of
Your brain rot
Chew the roux of the road that you find in your mouth
A wise old man once said
Fuck me dead said foreskin Fred, as he pulled it
Felt like I was in for a long bus ride
I'd rather die than you not be by my side
Can't count how many times I vomited, cried
Go to my room, turn
you lying by my side
Right here, 'cause, baby (we belong together)
When you left I lost a part of me (together)
It's still so hard to believe (come
his father. And She promised there would be better days to come.
And he sat by the radio and cried angry tears one gray December day, when he hear that
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