Lyrics:
need some blues I got thirsty ears
Turn on the radio, pull up the aerial
Break out the beer
'Cause I got thirsty ears
Turn down the lights
Now this is the year (that we came to rock)
We make hip hop (hip hop) blam it out your box
Or your radio, aerial view of the situation
Rapper with data, the best in the media
Or area, so prepare for your burial
On your radio, pull out your aerial
Or antenna cause this one is a winner
Or area, so prepare for your burial
On your radio, pull out your aerial
Or antenna cause this one is a winner
Not a sinner, or an MC beginner
Cool G Rap is
played
But CGK cant get no Aerial play
Because their radio bombs Bag-dads little princess to R&B trap charades
By young Niggas with two phones, bound
the way I carry a mic
I'm gonna end up with some
Flowers on my burial site i'm still moving
Ascending on my aerial flight
Breaking every radio, smashing
Turn it up again, we've got our aerials downtown.
On cheap car stereo's, we've got a radio downtown.
Feel the city shaking for miles around.
Kick
Everything is new
Everything is old
Way I take an Uber when I need to go home
Way I hear a song I like on the radio
Pull out the Shazam and goddamn
It's like I'm in the dirt, digging up old hurt
Tried everything to get my mind off you, it won't work
All it takes is one song on the radio, you're
It's like I'm in the dirt, digging up old hurt
Tried everything to get my mind off you, it won't work
All it takes is one song on the radio, you're
3-2-1-0!
DIPSTICK, TRASH BAG, SHATTERPROOF GLASS,
TAILPIPE, TREADLIGHT, GREASE & CHROME,
???BUMPER, UNIVERSAL BEARING
AERIAL, BRAKE SHOE, SHOCK
to heaven
All Of my brethren, call ‘em by column so you where know i'm excelling
The beat leans on my words, addiction to assembling
Vocabulary aerial
gone out!
We're losing radio contact...
Well, I'll open up the window and shout...
The chip pan's alight, me biro won't write
The android's blown
A window to the world had opened
Shortwave
Turned on my grandpa's radio and listened
To distant worlds and wondrous places
Happy songs from smiling faces
dilunar marsh,
we stumbled on wbbr
A substation radio tower
broadcasting big band stars
we climbed past call letter badge
past the red pulsing lights,
is not from Philly
He’s from Stockholm city, still his bombs are killin’
And every radio and TV station about to broadcast
Shoutin’ out from all over
alright
But she can't see my demons in
The middle of the night
My hearts always racing and
It won't slow down
Aerial vision see my body on the ground
I try
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