turn the radio up and we'll sing a song to bring you back turn the radio up and we'll sing A song turn the radio up and we'll sing a song to bring
better off without you turn the radio up and we'll sing a song to bring you back turn the radio up and we'll sing a song...a song turn the radio up
turn the radio up and we'll sing a song to bring you back turn the radio up and we'll sing A SONG! turn the radio up and we'll sing a song to bring
rhythm of rebel I've been fightin this shit with the volume level up to ten and spendin my time on the rhyme battlefield Watchin as my brothers are killed
light Some feelin' the pitch, some feelin' the bite They ain't ready to talk, they're ready to fight And the radio daze And the radio daze And the radio
there." [verse five - lucas] None of the bags coming back are filled with gallons of clout To spill out, to shake-up, break up, now blow up Has
home And me, I'm flyin' in my taxi, takin' tips I got into town a little early Had eight hours to kill before the show First thought about heading up
the name Until these rap n***** stepped up, checked up Man, this game is messed up, next up, you know what it is Don't get it f'd up Meth, what? F.Y
treated me nice Till I nervously sprayed them with shit Then the music stopped and everything was quite And all the rock 'n' rollers started a fucking goat-riot Kill the goat, kill the goat Kill the goat, kill
letter word Discretion is the name of my cement-feathered bird And if you didnt hear, fuck whatevers heard I think you got the sickness i suggest you get it cured Caught up
coming days I wake up every morning From the same dream (I kill it) But you can't change the letters when the ink dries I woke up on a sidewalk And
nervously sprayed them with shit-a. Then the music stopped. And everything was quiet. And all the rock and rollers started a fucking goat riot. ROCK AND ROLLERS: Kill the goat! Kill the goat! Kill the goat! Kill
This for the soldiers, soldiers Stay strong my niggaz Gangsters, players Stay up my niggaz, real niggaz Leavin' the cut in a rage Loadin' up my Mac,
bitch! You son of a bitch! [Photographer] Why you bothering, Sal? This one's all wrapped up. I hear it's a new city record. From killing to confession
's killing me, killing you I remember how you drove me mad Spend half the night trying to steal it back You'd leave your rings and jewelry by the bath Waking up
Tell us to drink up and get buzzed This is the buzz kill jump into the saddle Emerge from the dust kicked up in the uphill battle With my guns drawn
Children should be seen but children should be not heard You learned to keep your mouth shut, you did what you were told But then one day the radio played
't see So why you telling this to me? (repeat) See like with emma, she sent me a letter Written on a shark I went to open it up He tried to bite my
