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