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Lyrics for How to Kill a Radio Consultant by Enemy Public:
| | | Artist: | Enemy Public |
| | Album: | Apocalypse 91 | | Track: | How to Kill a Radio Consultant | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 73 | | | | Lyrics: | Pusher of the button
Talkin' loud ain't sayin' nuttin'
The mack of the format
gettin' fat
Ain't funny 'cause my neighborhood
Is flowin' money
Thank God 4
the boulevard
They keep the motor runnin'
The rap shows coincide wit' the tape flow
Bootleggers go inside and record the record low
They get me get this now can you
freestyle
Freestyle no styles free except da radio
But the radio controlled by the
sucker move
Who moved away got away after plannin' a getaway
An now he wanna play
what he wanna play
An got say on what is bumpin' of course he's gettin' somethin'
Never know what's good to tha neighborhood
Swear I never seen da sucker
In my necka
da woods
The ass is connected to the brain stem
So I sing a simple song
So
you can see the sucker in 'em
People got to make a call
To hear the yes
y'all (yes y'all)
While the phone keep ringin'
You hear some singer singin'
Why don't dey play the jammy in the daytime
People think it's slammin' plus the rhyme
Is hot an got me tunin'
The afternoon is FM in the PM
Oh if that they could
see 'im
Out-of-towner not down I think they'll dis him
Up goes the season, pop goes
the weasel
Damn gimme rap no band I want some x-clan
I know dey even got it from the
giddy
Stacked in the back
Only black radio station in the city
Programmed by
a sucker in a suit
Slick back hair he don't even live here
Raps the number one pick
so I draft it
I don't care about all the other demographics
When the quiet storm
come on I fall sleep
What dey need is Arbitron on the funky jeep
Too bad it's goin'
on in fact my word is bond
To pull a disappearin' act attack until he gone
The
whacker jam he play they pay I'm in da day
I don't think we gonna miss 'im we don't need 'im
anyway
Can I kick it
Who the hell is on the radio
Or who's behind
Do you really think they'll mind
To play the funky jams
That everybody wit'
Some Def Jef or Ice T
Show they rollin' wit' the syndicate
Or can dey get
funky
Wit' the underground
Master ace get a taste
Bomb squad gettin' hard
Marley mart makin' hipper
Trax for Jack The Ripper
Pumpin' Eric B or Papa San
Still rollin' wit' run
Did you think that ever
In fact you thought that
never
Control of your soul
Is by a suit and tie
Then U wonder why why U
never hear a rhyme
I say we do 'im
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