Enemy Public How To Kill A Radio Consultant Ridenhour Robertz Lyrics

How To Kill A Radio Consultant  Ridenhour Robertz Lyrics

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		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

		Till it's done

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