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Radio Suckers

Ice-T

Power

1988

the deal?
Maybe my words are just too real
It's not profanity, it's just the man and me
He doesn't want you to see what I see
Doesn't want you to be what

ranger
And if I don't got it with me on DECK
Your gettin CUT like a
Las Vegas' card player
And I ain't playing with you at all bitch
I ain't a dog trainer

The first time
A song
You're like
I need to hear that
Again right now

Like
Jason Derulo's
Want to Want Me

Or
Julia Michaels's
Issues

Or Jack's song
I Want

Doopity Day
They call me the king 
But we'll do it yo way
I normally say leave
But I want you to stay
Having sausage for breakfast
I put it on ya plate
Put

loving weh mi gi yuh
Girl you want 
Diss ya lovin' weh me gi yuh "Yeah"
But girl you lied
When you said that you would always be by my side
Said you would

Hotspot
Any day now, dear IRS
I know, take your time

One week ago I created a new DeviantArt account as the Prophet Obblonge, and by the end of today
Will

what I mean
An ANTI NIGGA machine
I ain't got no radio edits!
Baby we don't come clean
Yet I
Stay on my JERU
A dirty rotten scoundrel
On the Southside
In

lettuce go
Incredible YO!
This is what I mean
An ANTI NIGGA machine
I ain't got no radio edits!
Baby we don't come clean
Yet I
Stay on my JERU
A dirty

Now that we down with all of the nonsense
If you know you not a groupie make some noise

G R O U P I E
Told me that she ain't a freak
Told me that she

Settle the Score

Lone Catalysts

Hip Hop

2000

witness, I got the knack for lyric fitness
Have you duckin me like I was a Jehova Witness on your front porch
You know the repertoire, kid, you don't want

get touched, by the likwit bumrush
Better train hard before you face me
You better off fightin royce gracey
To get me out that ass you gotta mace me
I

slang nasty I started to judge
Officer Harrell's skin color's dark as fudge
I don't know the words to that song you want me to sing
You only kill when you

Likwit Connection

Defari

ADA Sampler February '99

1999

You hear me rhyme and try to shine on my time  forget it 
Hear me on radio  live vocally do edits 
E Swift scratchin and threading  with supreme

Mexican Heaven

South Park Mexican

The Last Chair Violinist

2008

to the side, if you want;
Or do you gotta have it straight to the front?
I been saggin' Dickies ever since I was eight,
And I wonder will somebody try to tell me

roll with the boy and you know why
She likes to burn it, I like to burn it
Go to your radio station ya can hear me
Pretty girl in my section come near me

lettuce go
Incredible YO!
This is what I mean
An ANTI NIGGA machine
I ain't got no radio edits!
Baby we don't come clean
Yet I
Stay on my JERU
A dirty

you're losin' your love then just say that
Know that we breathin' the same air
Say that you need me and don't fake it
Maybe I'll make you my lady cruisin'

“Ayo .. aye pass me the dutchie”

“What?! You don’t even f***ing smoke?!”

“Yeah I know… it just sounded dope to say in the intro ….. f*** it”
Yeah….

start to become a blur 
When we become mature
Obstacles overcame 
Pain we both endured
Words we wanna slur or omit like radio edits
Want that same love

killed by the cops
And little Eve getting rapped
By his step pops 

Crazy the street raised me 
Check it, now I'm inmune to it 
Spike Lee like Nike 
So

quieres a mi
Llama me si quieres cuando yo estoy aqui
Overseas so fly
How you doin, hola
Radio broadcast
Style strong, broad stance
De donde eres?
I'm like

in a coupe 2 seater while im racing
Sweet be the block but the lyrics real sour
Fuck all that fame boy I just want the power
Call me Cheque Lowkks