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DEAD PREZ lyrics - Turn Off The Radio: The Mixtape, Vol. 1

Turn Off The Radio

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Woohoohoohoohoohoo... Crank up yo' speakers! [Stic.] To all my (niggaz) Every hustlin (nigga) Strugglin (niggaz) Revolutionary (niggaz) Gang-bangin (niggaz) Chain-gangin (niggaz) Tune yo' frequency... I refuse to be a stereotype in ya box Never wanna try to be somethin I'm not I'm just a nigga from the block, if you got it twist it Stay blowin on green, if you got it, twist it on up DP's givin a fuck - R.B.G.'d up in some gangsta chucks Throw ya fist up homie if ya know what's up All my comrades puttin in soldier work We rollin dirty wit it, fully dedicated So real that the radio'll never play it But that's cool, the enemy supposed to hate it Freedom ain't gon' come til we regulate 'em That's why I'm in the dojo, not just for the video Really though, we really got beef with the po-po (woop-woop) Never know when they gon' put you in a chokehold This is for you new niggaz, holdin for the radio [Chorus] Turn off the radio! Turn off that bullshit! (freak-freak y'all) Turn off the radio! Turn off that bullshit! (freak-freak y'all) Turn off the radio! Turn off that bullshit! (freak-freak y'all) Turn off the radio! *phone rings* [M-1] People's Radio [Stic.] Yo hang up, that's the police [M-1] What's on the radio, propoganda, mind control And turnin it on is like puttin on a blindfold Cuz when you bringin the real you don't get ro-tation Unless you take over the station And yeah I know it's part of they plans To make us think it's all about party and dancin And yo it might sound good when you spittin your rap But in reality, don't nobody live like that You wanna know what kinda nigga I am? Lemme tell you 'bout the nigga I'm not - I don't fuck with the cops Platinum don't mean that it gotta be hot I ain't gotta love it, even if they play it a lot You can hear it when you walk the streets How many people they reach, how they use music to teach A radio program ain't a figure of speech Don't sleep, cuz you could be a radio freak (freak-freak y'all) [Chorus] Turn off the radio! Turn off that bullshit! (freak-freak y'all) Turn off the radio! Turn off that bullshit! (freak-freak y'all) Turn off the radio! [Stic.] People's Radio, you on the air [caller] I got a phat chain, I got a phat whip [caller] I got a... *hang-up* [Stic.] Nigga get off that bullshit! [*high-pitched voice*] Crank up your speackers, your woofers and your tweeters Turn up your receivers, we bangin off the meter Crank up your speackers, your woofers and your tweeters Turn up your receivers, we bangin for the people Crank up your speackers, your woofers and your tweeters Turn up your receivers, we bangin off the meter [Stic.] - 2X Freak-freak y'all, to the beat y'all DP's dawg, we got the heat dawg People's Radio, on ya stereo For the ghettos, and the varrio [*high-pitched voice*] Crank up your speackers, your woofers and your tweeters Turn up your receivers, we bangin off the meter Crank up your speackers, your woofers and your tweeters Turn up your receivers, we bangin for the people

Turn Off The Radio

ICE CUBE "AmeriKKKa's Most Wanted"
Turn on the radio take a listen What you're missing Personally I'm sick of the ass-kissing What I'm kicking to you won't get rotation Nowhere in the nation Program directors and DJ's ignored me Cause I simply said fuck Top Forty And top thirty top twenty and top ten Until you put more hip-hop in Then I might grin but don't pretend that you're down with the C And go and dis me in a magazine How could you figure the brother could dig ya DJ face down in the river No it's not a threat but a promise I'm as Crazy as they come see Mama didn't love me All I got is my nine And to calm the savage beast here's the Alpine Tune in to the radio listen for a minute Yo G stick a fucking tape in it Cause all the radio do is gangle That R&B love triangle If you're out there kicking it with the brothers You don't care about lovers You wanna hear a young nigga on the mic Going buck wild Throwing and flowing and showing new styles That's where I'm coming from Reality that's what they're running from So if you're down with Ice Cube let me know that you know Yo turn off the radio

Caravan

VAN MORRISON "Moondance"
And the caravan is on it's way I can hear the merry gypsies play Mama mama look at Emma Rose She's a-playin with the radio La, la, la, la... And the caravan has all my friends It will stay with me until the end Gypsy Robin, Sweet Emma Rose Tell me everything I need to know La, la, la... Turn up your radio and let me hear the song Switch on your electric light Then we can get down to what is really wrong I long to hold you tight so I can feel you Sweet lady of the night I shall reveal you Turn it up, turn it up, little bit higher radio Turn it up, turn it up, so you know, radio La, la, la, la... And the caravan is painted red and white That means ev'rybody's staying overnight Barefoot gypsy player round the campfire sing and play And a woman tells us of her ways La, la, la, la... Turn up your radio and let me hear the song Switch on your electric light Then we can get down to what is really wrong I long to hold you tight so I can feel you Sweet lady of the night I shall reveal you Turn it up, turn it up, little bit higher, radio Turn it up, that's enough, so you know it's got soul Radio, radio turn it up, hum La, la, la, la...

Radio

AUDIO PUSH
[Chorus: Mishon] Girl I know I've been away On the road doing shows state to state You miss the feeling of my arms around your waist But when I'm gone let the music take my place cause baby I miss your face And I know you're all alone You miss my voice on your phone And you know I'm coming home I got some days to go I'm on my way for sho When I'm gone you can turn on your radio [Verse 1:] It's about five girls texting me right now And I'm lying sayin I miss you too And I tell about four of 'em I'm goin to sleep Cause I only want to talk to you So many different woman thinking that I'm wanting them There's alot of things I gotta do, and you're one of 'em I call when I landed just to tell you I made it You call back about this song just to tell me they played it You said you heard it right now and that it played a couple days ago Home-girl in the background even said it's on the radio And I said both ya'll lying you ain't gon' sing it though And you said it's the one with Mishon and it the one that go On the radio, on the radio, on the radio, on the radio I said stop! Ok yeah you really heard it call me when they finish spinning I miss you and I'll see you in a minute baby girl cause I... [Chorus: Mishon] Girl I know I've been away On the road doing shows state to state You miss the feeling of my arms around your waist But when I'm gone let the music take my place cause baby I miss your face And I know you're all alone You miss my voice on your phone And you know I'm coming home I got some days to go I'm on my way for sho When I'm gone you can turn on your radio, your radio, your radio When I'm gone you can turn on your radio, your radio, your radio, yeah [Verse 2:] Four plus four equals 8 Y-Y-You plus me equals fate When you need me turn the music up and ride slow I miss you like a jump shot, with my eyes closed It feel wrong but I can make that right I'm a kill this show, I'm a take that flight But while the groupies all around me trying to shake that right I'm a tell them like survival I can't take that ride Cause I, ain't the cheat on my girlfriend type cat I'm the type cat to hit the room and want to skype chat The type to leave, miss you and come right back And then beat it, I'm a beat it like Mike Jack So when you turn this song on and want to kiss Let my hugs be the snare and my lips be the kick I'll be home soon baby making you laugh Until then turn the radio on full blast [Chorus: Mishon] Girl I know I've been away On the road doing shows state to state You miss the feeling of my arms around your waist But when I'm gone let the music take my place cause baby I miss your face And I know you're all alone You miss my voice on your phone And you know I'm coming home I got some days to go I'm on my way for sho When I'm gone you can turn on your radio, your radio, your radio When I'm gone you can turn on your radio, your radio, your radio, yeah [Bridge: Mishon] Girl I know you been checking your phone And I'm sorry I've been keeping you waiting Say you want to make love when I'm gone Just turn to your radio station You're all alone Riding around thinking about us Turn to your favorite song So you can hear my touch, yeah [Chorus: Mishon] Girl I know I've been away On the road doing shows state to state You miss the feeling of my arms around your waist But when I'm gone let the music take my place cause baby I miss your face And I know you're all alone You miss my voice on your phone And you know I'm coming home I got some days to go I'm on my way for sho When I'm gone you can turn on your radio, your radio, your radio When I'm gone you can turn on your radio, your radio, your radio, yeah, hey

Cats Van Bags

ATMOSPHERE "Seven's Travels"
[Intro] I can't scratch, cause I'm drunk I got bad teeth and my gums are bleeding Come and fucking get me, motherfucker Yeah, break, start the song now, fucker [Verse 1] [Slug] We travelin the missle, weavin' through your cornfields Leavin behind a trail of amature porn and orange peels Navagatin through this basement, the masquerades As our nation, practicin' my acid take, masturbation Watchin the expressions on the faces Of the ones designated to be the queens, kings, and aces How many miles can you put on one soul Before the smile starts to blend into one big bullet hole [Brother Ali] Shoot through it as a union, with the best of my crew Bumpin melodies and memories too, my heads killin me, ohh Stomach empty, my bladder is full Two years old son on Jay Birds phone Cryin, ya missin me And I'm stallin', I'll bite ya arm off Sabertooth Tiger, run the night with the sharp claws In ya backyard just to fuck with ya guard dog Throw a brick through your shit and cut the alarm off Bitch [Slug] Fuck yes, I do my best to take advantage in bouts With one hand over the mouth, still managin' to shout Theres more said, then in the lines in your forehead Then could ever try to find print on the inside of that warhead Cross country, like a little lost junky Make them hot and jumpy, trying to get that God money Stearin the van through the blizzards, the fanfare Pivit when we visit, spit victim if you stand there [Brother Ali] Take a map of this picture, throw a dart at it, thats where We took a room back full the kids and threw a heart at it Angry like a hostage, Kickin like a little bitch in one of Dibs's mosh pits Shifitin through your city limits tryin to find the raw shit Thread and needle wit it, and weave a world of hate together, till we get 'em car sick Face full of war paint, strapped ready for action Battle cracks headin, trying to seek the satisfaction of the captain [Slug] Climbed over the side, closed his eyes Took a dive into his fame, inspiration for stayin alive Swam to the shore, stepped upon land Walked up to a whore, grabbed her by the hand And said [Chorus] [Slug & Brother Ali] Let the wheels spin, let the road shake Let the speakers blow Let the line in, let the kids play Let the people know Let the roof burn, let the girls love Let the heat flow Let the world turn, let the curtains up Cats Van Bags, Yo [Verse 2] [Brother Ali] Lock eyes, with a thousand people at the same time They minds, believin this, my style of graffiti is Squeezin this, the mid west, sweat out of my shirt And leavin with my life essence embedded in ya dirt [Slug] We work, move, and hustle with the rest of the Gypsies Spoon feed these issues to a new school of Fishes Swimmin through a hazy shade of passion Here they come, the Hazleton has-been, and his chaplin [Brother Ali] Thats them, the migrants, seasonal workers The finest imperial wordsmiths on the circuit Two Million smiles and runnin, stompin', trying to flee the heat Turn around, shootin at the monster till his knees are weak [Slug] They call me Jesus Freak, I came to listen Then I save you, then I make you, my favorite position Chasin' this pigeon down the street towards the banks Just in case, my traffic receives jeeps and tanks [Bridge] [Slug] And we wonder through the snow(?), so let it be known Mama I don't know if I'ma ever be home The revolution wont have any distribution I love my son and my music so I gotta keep it movin' Like [Chorus] [Slug & Brother Ali] Let the wheels spin, let the road shake Let the speakers blow Let the line in, let the kids play Let the people know Let the roof burn, let the girls love Let the heat flow Let the world turn, let the curtains up Cats Van Bags, Yo

The ?

METHOD MAN "Tical 2000 Judgementday"
(feat. Redman) [Redman] Man he must of bumped his motherfucking head or something Yo Yo M.C.'s out there, you betta stand clear It's Funk Doc M.E.TH on da world premiere From New Jerz straight talk, america's best Co' Island Staten Island is where I'm at Y'all amateurs act like hoes affendin us We're special eders go on tours on banana bus D. O. same m.o., drive through bricks Chicken shotty, that ass make me lie to my bitch Word to god doc throw more lines then fishin rod No stars, we're supergod non recouperb-alls (yo) Buttons is pressed to remove the press Press a bullshit, my index press a full clip (YO) Set up cones when I'm firing chrom I hittin ladies to old men in retirement homes Dail 9-1-1 runnin gun in the street dungeon Earth, moon and stars checkin out what the sun done Suspects change clothes Before I leave the heat, I put two in rain grove for my range rove Hot to death, cops is vex I push a buck 60 if they try to block the lex Drive by on the baja Snatch the cartier watch I Boucnce laughing off like clue 'HAHA' Doc is like poppy, supplying you grand So breaka breaka while I turn it to the Shoalin Man [Method Man] Foreva underground Nigga duck the mic when we come around Control hammer like the mighty Thor Bringin thunda down Now you're in store for predator Like refugees I come to settle score Half-baked medifore, that taste even better raw Hardcore holy war Hits from the resevoir, southpaw saboteur Land sharks get they chin checked when I jabba jaw Time to walk my labrodor Livin out my dreams, at the same time shatter yours Code red fill 'em full of lead Greatful dead live from Hemstead Tiger Kunk Fu know the ledge Check the full fledged knucklehead Clam bread, livin on the edge used to be the best Jack Frost sniffin at your nose, get your Suddafed Rap Cheech and Chong, me and Red official budda head Off track like O.D.B., I'm too black I'm like Zoro, I mark a Wu, sign your back, motherfucka [Chorus:] (It aint even a question) This side niggaz too hardcore (It aint even a question) That side niggaz too hardcore (It aint even a question) In the middle niggaz too hardcore So what cha, what cha, what cha, want (What cha want) (It aint even a question) Def Squad niggaz too hardcore (It aint even a question) Wu Tang niggaz too hardcore (It aint even a question) Def Jam nigga too hardcore (Turn it up, turn it up, turn it up) So what cha, what cha, what cha, want [Redman] Yo stomp wit the big dogs Sick dog lurkin (Roof Roof) Doc bradshaw, behind ball plant and steel curtains Denver Bronco fan, glock squirtin Brick city, stering wheel hurtin Prepare y'all fast car for lane mergin Hasta manana, y'all crash like that Yanna cock block into gramma Got cock in Atlanta, rockin P.P.P. Bandanas While we fuck 'em on camera It's too late to plant bate for my click to fall We dodge boobie-traps and pitfalls and thick fog When I tee, LA ride, 'It's y'alls' Website couldnn't find a site wit macintosh On John Walsh America's Most, aim for spots to put more in a terrier coat [Method Man] Uh huh, we speak for the unheard Caught in the matrix Sound from the subbasement, 'Spread the word' Like uncureables from dirty bird, beyond basic John Wu these fake niggaz, give 'em replacements The thrilla of a park killer Bubonic plague any M.C., that swear he illa Inject the dufus wit the lupus Yukmouth rhymes that leave him toothless My filled fly and filled groupless Observe the record, livin out my name Repid Study man and all his methods And through his ethic, learn to expect the unexpected One step ahead I, return like Jedi Three hours behind your punk ass, catchin a red eye First class but cooler than coach, murder he wrote On the wall of the bathroom stalls shittin these quotes 'Fuck you all' Scaredy cat kid, duckin these dogs You don't like us, then we don't like y'all. Lick The Balls! Be easy, speak easy This one be off the heazzzaaaayyy Like my pubic hair, black and greazzzzzaaayyyy [Chorus] (It aint even a question) [x5] Caution Warning Overload System Overload All Systems Ready Enter voice authorization sample

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