means the world to me. It gets so hard for me to express the things I need to say and tell the things that mean the most to me, but I'll start with
OUR NOISE WILL BE HEARD" so-so-so-solidarity. Hand painted signs, on the front lines a message of strength. Laugh and dance while you stare you oppressors
n roll but I like it I know it's only rock 'n roll but I like it, like it, yes, I do Oh, well, I like it, I like it, I like it I said can't you see
got ice in my mouth, but my name ain't Cube Acting bad in the slab, filling up at Texaco Chop chop twist twist, on my way to Mexico Videos and commercials, radio
he, I'm hard as the boss more ravage D Get your ass in like a rod and real, hardest nigga out there with no deal Crawling through niggaz like a snow mobile
I'm listening to the radio I'm listening to a sad girl sing Sing about how she got her heart broke You were reaching for stars I just want me something
loving when I'm high I'ma outlaw baby I'll be thugging 'till I die In drop-top double r Life as a rap star Hustle like a crack fiend 'Till they catch
hom-- and my homies all singin' to it, 3oh...3oh!3, I ain't callin' for a close-up, No clubs, no cars, bitches with the nose jobs, No dubs, no stars,
you have a foe Think that we're crazy cause we like havin fun Make it minorities but never simpletons Don't hear us on the radio, but please understand
walls Game so foul not just crack a nigga out here tryn to sell ya rap Feel like I back up in that trap I'm in that studio tryn to stack my stacks Radio
second instrumental to open] [8 Ball] Yeah.. What'chu talkin 'bout, what'chu think you doin? Why you walkin out, where you think you goin? You actin like
Honeycombs" and lead bones, she respect my gangster like Al Capone Come enter my zone, my bedroom's my throne, get ya back blown 9th Prince like Aaliyah
it too, tell me that you felt it too It's nights like this I feel alive, when every sentence we make is a promise, holding arms up to this sky, like
hip hop it's just begun like stolen bikes on the blacktop born to sing a lyric immaculately concepted no strain in your game if your game is respected come as you are radio star
a power spot rotating, ever-changing transmitting like a radio wave frequently feeling what's goin' on times are weird all this static things erratic seems like
sword of the truth like a lightning rod city, states, countries and all abroad spacecraft all aboard convoy are destroyed books, tv, radio and telephone
' catalog: 40 torched orchids and citronella for Algernon Don and Vagabond, alike, repent This shit should have been, "Beta burns Babylon. The End." [Chorus:] And when the radio stars
Is that, predestination or is it by design? That I'm trapped in time sand Show radio mission control but for my rhymes Man cuz I can like aluminum And
