| I guess we’re sittin' on the park on this one
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| You know what I’m sayin'?
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| You wanna just, uh, bring it back real quick
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| For my real hip hop fans
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| That just miss how it used to feel
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| Before this radio shit
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| Check it
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| Yo
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| I’m looking for a place to chill
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| For a place to display my skills
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| For a place to build
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| To express how I feel inside
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| For a place to just vibe and rhyme
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| Kick back and relax
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| Till my tracks all maxin' rap
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| Without old folks callin' it crap
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| It’s my pen and my pad
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| No (?) shit, politics in it, just spittin' in it
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| Bust rhythms gettin' love and respect
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| No checks, no rapping for sex
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| No crap about a jag or a lex
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| I’m not having it broke
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| I want a home where The Roots go platinum
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| Common is common in households and Mos Def ain’t actin'
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| Tribe is back together, and Jam Master J stay rockin' his leather
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| Where the records get more played than CDs please
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| Ain’t no super scientifical MC’s
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| You gotta be real, gotta be ill with delivery
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| No mimicking nobody just writing the tightest symphony
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| Feeling me dawg? |
| I wanna stay where the real emcees are
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| Where the illest beats are, fuck the industry, dawg
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| Where the backyards are shows, and hoes that just backup singers for pros
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| And my flows and tracks go together forever
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| Next to us and so
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| And four doors down, it’s rock and roll
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| I wanna go
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| Feels like hip-hop's lost its soul
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| Every time I’m on the road
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| Ain’t no matter where I go
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| Same shit’s on the radio
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| See the sea and show the shore
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| Any place that’s on the go
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| Ain’t no matter where I go
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| Same shit’s on the radio
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| Instead of playing this, they’d rather be playing that
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| And instead of making hits, they’d rather be making crap
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| They label it as rap and all they talk about is mix this drink that
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| Crap in, they crap out
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| Instead of playing this, they’d rather be playing that
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| And instead of making hits, they’d rather be making crap
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| They label it as rap and all they talk about is mix this drink that
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| Crap in, they crap out
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| I’m looking for a place to rhyme
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| For a place to let shit off my mind
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| Kick back and recline
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| Write verses about the women I’m feelin'
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| And I could spit a couple to 'em and they won’t get offended
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| Shit, I’m looking for a place where I could say what I like
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| Come out the studio feeling right, from lacing it tight
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| Take it right to the stage and display it on mics
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| Repeat it every single day of my life
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| Just like heaven and me
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| Picture droppin' music freely
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| Without checkin' weekly how many people went and got your CD
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| Without labels being greedy, taking paper from the needy
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| The grass is even greener than a (?) CD
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| See we don’t want money
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| Sip some change a piece
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| My niggas don’t lose brains to beef
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| And when I play beats
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| And when you ask and I say it’s JD
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| I don’t mean Jermaine Dupri’s
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| So shame these lames, these things need to gauge the test
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| And the lakers best play without a rape suspect
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| Trying to find a place where you ain’t got to take no vest
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| And a bitch-ass Nelly would never step to KRS
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| This whole place is a mess
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| Trying to find a way up out of this
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| And hip-hop is like my Wizard of Oz, yes
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| I’m like Dorothy, except my ruby slippers are chrome
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| Click three times, I’m trying to go home, y’all
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| I’m trying to go home
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| Feels like hip-hop's lost its soul
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| Every time I’m on the road
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| Ain’t no matter where I go
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| Same shit’s on the radio
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| Sea to sea and show to show
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| Any place that’s on the go
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| Ain’t no matter where I go
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| Same shit’s on the radio |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song On The Radio , by - Blu & Exile. Song from the album In The Beginning: Before The Heavens, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп