Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Radio Pollution, artist - RYU. Album song Tanks for the Memories, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 08.09.2016
Record label: Tokyo Sex Whale
Song language: English
Radio Pollution |
| Hey you, out there beyond the wall |
| Breaking bottles in the hall |
| Can you help me? |
| Lizard king |
| My DNA symmetry… perfect |
| Humans are worthless |
| Exit my planet you serve as no purpose |
| Yes. |
| The rhythm, the rebel, the slave race |
| For conductive metals you in the same place |
| I exist on a plane where I change shapes |
| A subconscious level |
| You wanna bang |
| I can change your brain to a blank tape |
| BASF, yeah |
| I can easily erase that |
| Your insane is my normal |
| Wanna see where we live? |
| My Jacuzzi’s a portal |
| Yo, this The Pursuit of Happyness |
| Without the bathroom scene |
| I put my prose in these hoes, paragraphs so clean |
| I had intercourse with yo momma, motherfucker for real |
| A literary missile merchant, you can get a good deal |
| We move the ball against the odds, disregarding the chain |
| Pushing dope so potent, you can’t take it in vein |
| I got a clan of wild animals, we all alpha |
| We keep a tab at the bar, but I’m a jaw tapper |
| I introduce them to my face and I can’t feel it no more |
| Streaming Farrakhan in my beats, my race is at war |
| Plus I’m never getting stuck, I’m going out in a blaze |
| I’m here for profit like I’m Moses, burning bush in a maze |
| My staff is official and my group is the same |
| I man a scope and take 'em shots, I never fuck with my aim |
| I’m laid back in the cut overlooking my kills |
| Riding shotty in a hearse with Divine at the wheel |
| Swerve the turn, centripetal, breaking the clutch down |
| Exert the equilateral latitude on my comedown |
| Pull up on your planet with a track in your body |
| Man, I’m a first born immortal, now I’ll make it predominant |
| Shoot a banana at your hominid, make it pathology |
| I’m a fly beta tachyon, light up your bodily |
| Physical graffiti, your geometry’s wobbly |
| Your biology’s on sale to an alien colony |
| Super heavy heater extra, ever ready very steady gun metal |
| with the legendary |
| Divine Styles of Beyond, the minds of earthlings |
| Father of electrons, files and word bean |
| Alphabetical, medical, flow letter word picks |
| Movin' to your membrane, my curve game |
| Shape is like a tetragram, atomical white cape |
| Flowing off the back of my mechanical v-vertebrae |
| Hey you, out there beyond the wall |
| Breaking bottles in the hall |
| Can you help me? |
| Probably not |
| Kamikaze shots for cosmonauts |
| It’s three like the stripes on my Adidas |
| A ladi dadi |
| Pot, hops and barley |
| We like to party |
| Bitch. |
| I’m Chris Farley ripped |
| Bob Marley spliffs |
| Spaceships with Atari sticks |
| Talk shhh with they mouth they beg from |
| Claiming that they hungry so I throw 'em some breadcrumbs |
| It’s redrum, come and get some |
| I got enough of it to go around |
| Kick the door down and let the ruckus in |
| Nothing but the rugged shit |
| Live from the mothership |
| Get the mic so hot I gotta rock an oven mitt |
| I swear to god I’mma burst under pressure |
| Don’t test me they’ll find you in a hole in the desert |
| Take your soul on a record |
| There’s no controlling my temper |
| The cops looking for a skull with a hole in the center |
| I’m the final solution, a maniacal nuisance |
| Ryu, I’ll eradicate the radio pollution |
| Ain’t it funky |