Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song On The Radio, artist - Blu & Exile. Album song In The Beginning: Before The Heavens, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 19.10.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Dirty Science, Fat Beats
Song language: English
On The Radio |
I guess we’re sittin' on the park on this one |
You know what I’m sayin'? |
You wanna just, uh, bring it back real quick |
For my real hip hop fans |
That just miss how it used to feel |
Before this radio shit |
Check it |
Yo |
I’m looking for a place to chill |
For a place to display my skills |
For a place to build |
To express how I feel inside |
For a place to just vibe and rhyme |
Kick back and relax |
Till my tracks all maxin' rap |
Without old folks callin' it crap |
It’s my pen and my pad |
No (?) shit, politics in it, just spittin' in it |
Bust rhythms gettin' love and respect |
No checks, no rapping for sex |
No crap about a jag or a lex |
I’m not having it broke |
I want a home where The Roots go platinum |
Common is common in households and Mos Def ain’t actin' |
Tribe is back together, and Jam Master J stay rockin' his leather |
Where the records get more played than CDs please |
Ain’t no super scientifical MC’s |
You gotta be real, gotta be ill with delivery |
No mimicking nobody just writing the tightest symphony |
Feeling me dawg? |
I wanna stay where the real emcees are |
Where the illest beats are, fuck the industry, dawg |
Where the backyards are shows, and hoes that just backup singers for pros |
And my flows and tracks go together forever |
Next to us and so |
And four doors down, it’s rock and roll |
I wanna go |
Feels like hip-hop's lost its soul |
Every time I’m on the road |
Ain’t no matter where I go |
Same shit’s on the radio |
See the sea and show the shore |
Any place that’s on the go |
Ain’t no matter where I go |
Same shit’s on the radio |
Instead of playing this, they’d rather be playing that |
And instead of making hits, they’d rather be making crap |
They label it as rap and all they talk about is mix this drink that |
Crap in, they crap out |
Instead of playing this, they’d rather be playing that |
And instead of making hits, they’d rather be making crap |
They label it as rap and all they talk about is mix this drink that |
Crap in, they crap out |
I’m looking for a place to rhyme |
For a place to let shit off my mind |
Kick back and recline |
Write verses about the women I’m feelin' |
And I could spit a couple to 'em and they won’t get offended |
Shit, I’m looking for a place where I could say what I like |
Come out the studio feeling right, from lacing it tight |
Take it right to the stage and display it on mics |
Repeat it every single day of my life |
Just like heaven and me |
Picture droppin' music freely |
Without checkin' weekly how many people went and got your CD |
Without labels being greedy, taking paper from the needy |
The grass is even greener than a (?) CD |
See we don’t want money |
Sip some change a piece |
My niggas don’t lose brains to beef |
And when I play beats |
And when you ask and I say it’s JD |
I don’t mean Jermaine Dupri’s |
So shame these lames, these things need to gauge the test |
And the lakers best play without a rape suspect |
Trying to find a place where you ain’t got to take no vest |
And a bitch-ass Nelly would never step to KRS |
This whole place is a mess |
Trying to find a way up out of this |
And hip-hop is like my Wizard of Oz, yes |
I’m like Dorothy, except my ruby slippers are chrome |
Click three times, I’m trying to go home, y’all |
I’m trying to go home |
Feels like hip-hop's lost its soul |
Every time I’m on the road |
Ain’t no matter where I go |
Same shit’s on the radio |
Sea to sea and show to show |
Any place that’s on the go |
Ain’t no matter where I go |
Same shit’s on the radio |