Текст песни Ice T - Radio Suckers
Ice T - Radio Suckers слова песни
People,it`s time for the Ice crushSo listen to my words I bring muchSense,as I commence,my lirycs intenseGet telephoto,break out your big lensLook,check out the sales chartsMy record`s kickin`,I`m breakin` P.D.`s heartsThey banned me from their showsBecause they said I`m too hardBut no sell-out,I guess I`m just barredI ain`t changin` mine for no bodyThey bleeped words from Doug`s LA-DE-DA-DEI can`t get a bleep?What`s the deal?Maybe my words are just too realIt`s not profanity,it`s just the man and meHe doesn`t want you to see what I seeDoesn`t want you to be what you can beWord,censorship of realityRadio suckers never play me(x3)(sampler of PE "rebel without a pause")Suckers don`t,but some doThe real troopers bring the ICE to youAnd close friends to me,yea,PUBLIC ENEMYThese stations have high intellectThey don`t pretend to be,too bourgeois to rock a jam rawUnderstand what I`m sayin`,they`re down by lawThey play the jams that are right,sometimes not politeThey realize you gotta get some people uptightSpeak the word,your voice will definitely be heardLie to yourself,you`re destined to be to the curbSome stations don`t care,they`ll never put on the airNothin` but commercial junk,their brain power`s impairedThey don`t listen or try to hear what I writeMaybe just think once,or try some school at nightThey`re makin` radio wack,people have to escapeBut even if I`m banned,I`ll sell a million tapesRadio suckers never play me (x3)I made records for music,not for the moneyTo some of you that might sound funnyBut I ain`t broke,and I don`t jokeAnd my lirics are known to make ears smokeClear as a gun scope,I speak the pure dopeCan the radio handle the truth?...NopeUncut,no edits,no censorsYou can get a plastic rapper from any ol`dispenserA penny a yard,to make a record ain`t hardBut to make it mean something,that`s a jobBut then we do it,they refuse itSo I tell them duck suckers to cold go screw itWe shouldn`t sell out,we should just yell outAnd get them wack motherfuckers the hell outRadio suckers never play me (x4)Cruisin` down the street what do I see?Crash Task Force,L.A.P.D.Gangs illin`,wildin` and killin`Hustlers on a roll,like they got a millionGirls on the strap and you know thatYou know the guys will stop wildin` if you stop that crapBut you can`t,you want money so badYou`ll jock anything with the Gucci tagYou gotta have it,so the men go get itRobbin` and stealin`,soon to regret itLivin` in a jail cell,feelin` like a dumbbellWhile you jump the next jock,wellThat`s reality,that`s what I seeNobody says that you have to agreeCensorship that ain`t the way to beI thought you said this country was free?Radio suckers never play me (x2)Tone it down,...Is what they say to meThe FCC will not allow profanityYour subject matter`s too hard,make a love songYou better get real,come onI ain`t no lover,I`m a fighterHard core radical rap rhyme writerPushin` the botton,E does the cuttin`Everything I say amounts to somethingMore than a single rap,I`m too deep for thatI lay my lirics with logic,press the waxPlay it on your tape deck,feel the effectIf you can`t take the heat,ejectBut I know you can,`cause you`re an ICE-T fanNo sell-outs here,my manRadio....(fade out)