Ice T - Radio Suckers Lyrics
People,its time for the ice crushSo listen to my words I bring muchSense,as I commence,my lirycs intenseGet telephoto,break out your big lensLook,check out the sales chartsMy records kickin,Im breakin p.d.s heartsThey banned me from their showsBecause they said Im too hardBut no sell-out,i guess Im just barredI aint changin mine for no bodyThey bleeped words from dougs la-de-da-deI cant get a bleep? whats the deal?Maybe my words are just too realIts not profanity,its just the man and meHe doesnt want you to see what I seeDoesnt want you to be what you can beWord,censorship of realityRadio suckers never play me(x3)(sampler of pe rebel without a pause)Suckers dont,but some doThe real troopers bring the ice to youAnd close friends to me,yea,public enemyThese stations have high intellectThey dont pretend to be,too bourgeois to rock a jam rawUnderstand what Im sayin,theyre down by lawThey play the jams that are right,sometimes not politeThey realize you gotta get some people uptightSpeak the word,your voice will definitely be heardLie to yourself,youre destined to be to the curbSome stations dont care,theyll never put on the airNothin but commercial junk,their brain powers impairedThey dont listen or try to hear what I writeMaybe just think once,or try some school at nightTheyre makin radio wack,people have to escapeBut even if Im banned,Ill sell a million tapesRadio suckers never play me (x3)I made records for music,not for the moneyTo some of you that might sound funnyBut I aint broke,and I dont jokeAnd my lirics are known to make ears smokeClear as a gun scope,i speak the pure dopeCan the radio handle the truth? ...nopeUncut,no edits,no censorsYou can get a plastic rapper from any oldispenserA penny a yard,to make a record aint hardBut to make it mean something,thats a jobBut then we do it,they refuse itSo I tell them duck suckers to cold go screw itWe shouldnt sell out,we should just yell outAnd get them wack mother*****ers the hell outRadio suckers never play me (x4)Cruisin down the street what do I see?Crash task force,l.a.p.d.Gangs illin,wildin and killinHustlers on a roll,like they got a millionGirls on the strap and you know thatYou know the guys will stop wildin if you stop that crapBut you cant,you want money so badYoull jock anything with the gucci tagYou gotta have it,so the men go get itRobbin and stealin,soon to regret itLivin in a jail cell,feelin like a dumbbellWhile you jump the next jock,wellThats reality,thats what I seeNobody says that you have to agreeCensorship that aint the way to beI thought you said this country was free?Radio suckers never play me (x2)Tone it down,...is what they say to meThe fcc will not allow profanityYour subject matters too hard,make a love songYou better get real,come onI aint no lover,Im a fighterHard core radical rap rhyme writerPushin the botton,e does the cuttinEverything I say amounts to somethingMore than a single rap,Im too deep for thatI lay my lirics with logic,press the waxPlay it on your tape deck,feel the effectIf you cant take the heat,ejectBut I know you can,cause youre an ice-t fanNo sell-outs here,my manRadio....(fade out)
