Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Radar , by - Riz MC. Song from the album MICroscope, in the genre ДабстепRelease date: 17.06.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Tru Thoughts
Song language: English
Radar |
| I can’t turn my radar off |
| I can’t turn my radar off |
| Anyone, anything |
| I’ma put it in the box |
| Anyone, anything |
| I’ma put it in the box (x2) |
| I don’t wanna know what day of the week this is |
| Or who’s the weakest link |
| Or what these people think |
| I’m knee deep in beeps and clicks |
| When the radar blips, my experience lives |
| So I know how they fit and I know what to think |
| That’s retro rudeboy kitchen sink |
| That’s left wing, right wing, green or pink |
| Tweed or weed, it beeps and blinks |
| But if I could lose this radar |
| Bust loose from the news, the adman, and all this shit |
| Then maybe |
| When I see dude’s hair and shoes I wouldn’t assume that I knew them |
| Maybe |
| When I heard a tune then I’d listen without hearing all the reviews |
| And maybe |
| I could get to know me, get past the labels and do what I do |
| With that gram coke |
| You ain’t paying for the buzz, you coulda bought ten pills with that cash |
| You’re paying for a parking spot on the radar |
| Ever so edgy, so flash |
| Like a pop star chilling with gangsters in a posh frock |
| Or with a supermodel, wearing fat gold chains and her cool kicks |
| Plus if it’s a vital hit |
| Every box ticked |
| Built with a radar toolkit |
| Oh, who’s this? |
| I like this artist 'cause he wears glasses |
| Tick tock, backpack flash on my screen |
| «Muslim Skateboarding Marxist» |
| When you hear The Beatles or Bob Dylan |
| Can you forget the status and properly listen? |
| Can I ever get past the packaging? |
| Parasite soundbye type blurbalism |
| Color my vision |
| With your new era cap |
| Leather avirex and brrap brrap |
| You’re clear on my radar |
| With your skinny fit jeans |
| Pointy shoes and key chains |
| You’re clear on my radar |
| With your chinos |
| Rosy cheeks and pink pinstripe shirt |
| You’re clear on my radar |
| Don’t know you for shit |
| But I know all of it |
| Know the coordinates instead |
| Don’t know you for shit |
| But I know all of it |
| Know the coordinates instead |
| Just by the color of your skin |
| My radar says what box you’re in |
| So I’ll keep you in that |
| And do you say safe? |
| Nice one |
| Cool |
| Or fabulous |
| 'Cause I say (x2) |
| Fuck that |
| I’m swimming in the trivia |
| Wrapped in maps and plastic |
| New categories and classics |
| And when I look in the mirror |
| I just see the labels |
| Eyes like radars flashing |
| And when I look in the mirror |
| I just see the labels (x2) |
| Eyes stay dead and flashing |