Public Enemy - How To Kill A Radio Consultant Lyrics
Ridenhour - robertz - gary g-wiz - depperPusher of the buttonTalkin loud aint sayin nuttinThe mack of the format gettin fatAint funny cause my neighborhoodIs flowin moneyThank God 4 the boulevardThey keep the motor runninThe rap shows coincide wit the tape flowBootleggers go inside and record the record lowThey get me, get this now can you freestyleFreestyle no styles free except da radioBut the radio controlled by the sucker moveWho moved away got away after plannin a getawayAn now he wanna play what he wanna playAn got say on what is bumpin of course hes gettin somethinNever know whats good to tha neighborhoodSwear I never seen da suckerIn my necka da woodsThe ass is connected to the brain stemSo I sing a simple songSo you can see the sucker in emPeople got to make a callTo hear the yes yall (yes yall)While the phone keep ringinYou hear some singer singinWhy dont dey play the jammy in the daytimePeople think its slammin plus the rhymeIs hot an got me tuninThe afternoon is fm in the pmOh if that they could see imOut-of-towner not down I think theyll dis himUp goes the season, pop goes the weaselDamn gimme rap no band I want some x-clanI know dey even got it from the giddyStacked in the backOnly black radio station in the cityProgrammed by a sucker in a suitSlick back hair he dont even live hereRaps the number one pick so I draft itI dont care about all the other demographicsWhen the quiet storm come on I fall sleepWhat dey need is arbitron on the funky jeepToo bad its goin on in fact my word is bondTo pull a disappearin act attack until he goneThe whacker jam he play they pay Im in da dayI dont think we gonna miss im we dont need im anywayCan I kick itWho the hell is on the radioOr whos behindDo you really think theyll mindTo play the funky jamsThat everybody witSome def jef or ice tShow they rollin wit the syndicateOr can dey get funkyWit the undergroundMaster ace get a tasteBomb squad gettin hardMarley mart makin hipperTrax for jack the ripperPumpin eric b or papa sanStill rollin wit runDid you think that everIn fact you thought that neverControl of your soulIs by a suit and tieThen u wonder why why u never hear a rhymeI say we do imTill its done