Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Turn Your Radio Off, artist - Beefy
Date of issue: 14.08.2008
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Turn Your Radio Off |
Turn the radio off, turn the radio off |
Turn the radio off, turn the radio off |
Turn the radio |
Turn the radio |
Turn the radio |
Turn the radio off! |
Hey You! |
(Yeah you!) Could you do me a favour |
And get a pad and some paper and jot the words of this saviour? |
You need to turn that radio right off (right off) |
Right off (right off) right off (right off) |
Why? |
Well son, I’ll tell ya boy; |
the media, they’ll tell ya boy |
That «Superman"'s a good song when it’s really killin' culture boy |
The guys that dance don’t rap, 'cause rappers they don’t dance |
They know how to produce a hit, same formula in every track |
And that’s not art, that’s wrong, same ol' shit in every song |
Zombies like to sing along. |
Yo, let’s be strong, and bring it on |
And put an end to the cut and paste, lyrically wasting space |
Stop putting money in their pockets and just punch them in the fucking face! |
But shh, I got a secret, they’re all just playing tough |
Gangstas died out years back, these new kids homeslice they’re all talk |
They do it for the paper bill, and to get a grill, and make a mill |
So fake they don’t know who they are, they don’t know how to keep it real |
Turn the radio off, turn the radio off |
Turn the radio off, turn the radio off |
Turn the radio |
Turn the radio |
Turn the radio |
Turn the radio off! |
So let me ask you, did ya hear what I said? |
Of course you did, baby, I’m all engrained in your head |
So listen up, pay attention, gonna start a revolution |
They’ve over stayed their welcome, Beefy’s got the solution |
Push em out your mind, out your heart, or over a cliff |
Yo, if grunge rock had to die, I say that pop hop is next |
'Cause they don’t bring nothing to the table not already there |
That shit’s been played since I was a young 'un gripping a teddy bear |
So while they holla «Paper paper, dolla dolla bills yall! |
I’m straight from the block, y’all, reaching for my steel, y’all!» |
I’ll get competitive, a nerdy representative |
They’re rapping for the ducats, I’m just rapping for the hell of it |
«Woop Woop!» |
«Yeah Yeah!» |
Those are not lyrics |
You’re raping the spirits of dead MCs who use to feel it |
And they would grip the mic and tell us stories, it was real from them |
All ya do is steal from them, ya might as well be paying them |
Turn the radio off, turn the radio off |
Turn the radio off, turn the radio off |
Turn the radio |
Turn the radio |
Turn the radio |
Turn the radio off! |