band, doing the only thing I can Chorus: Raised on radio, turn it up, let it go Get up and then rock an' roll, that's what I need Raised on radio, turn
spirit I used to know, that's been drowned out by the radio! They say a watched pot won't ever boil, you can't raise a baby on motor oil, just like a
even listen to rap Cos when i turn the radio on, out comes crap And if you make good music thats ok, but On the radio that they don?t play Its easy to
[Canibus] Yo.. the shottie rip, perferrate the skin on top of ya ribs Red stuff come out his ribs like a Hollywood script Bitch-niggaz on the floor screamin
razed on the east side Everybody razed on the west side Everybody razed on the north side South side Everybody Everybody razed on the east side Everybody razed on
the Sun The Seven is shining, and the kids all felt happy! You are listening to the worlwide Digital Radio Show Where we play hiphop uncut, unedited
On that O-Z, Dorothy ain't goin' home tonight That's on everything, put it on the kids and the wife Been buryin' my folks ever since they raised the price
suck a hole Gif wise tongue - dead gone monotone It's all around your big white ears A life in the day - dream on dreamin' on Milk my mind - keep on keepin' on
want to. If I could light your cash, You can smoke your stash. Sucking on your best friend's skin. Nevermind your friends. Nevermind your friends. We'll make the joke on
downward spiral rapidly cast to hell with hate mail, forged Christ's autograph laughed itself, drastic catastrophe biting my lip skin and bones, stringent bingin' on
many suckers Slippin' on wet floors, we puttin' out the signs On krokers, C I T Y, such a pity Bein' suckled dry, like a newborn On his momma's titty
story It's too gory for them televised fables on cable I'm a, a runaway slave watching the north star Shackles on my forearm , runnin' with the gun on
? Put heat on my naps and I'ma hell look sweet on my lap 'Cause it's the same thang tryna' kill the gang bang Set examples for the kids, on how to maintain
Where the air hangs like the static of a dead end radio I'm waiting with a frozen pulse Crawl into an empty womb, don't raise these dead They've found
know it gets you nowhere And now you know, you realize Oh no, pop is dead, it just gave up We raised the dead but they won't stand up And radio has
still a big dippa' still a straight killa' still unloadin' off that eighteen wheela' nobody betta', never ever ever glass on my 'lac like that girl cinderella hand on my 'retta surf on
spirit I used to know, that?s been drowned out by the radio! They say a watched pot won?t ever boil, you can?t raise a baby on motor oil, just like a
