Текст песни Public Enemy - How to Kill a Radio Consultant
Public Enemy - How to Kill a Radio Consultant слова песни
Pusher of the buttonTalkin` loud ain`t sayin` nuttin`The mack of the format gettin` fatAin`t funny `cause my neighborhoodIs flowin` moneyThank God 4 the boulevardThey keep the motor runnin`The rap shows coincide wit` the tape flowBootleggers go inside and record the record lowThey get me, get this now can you freestyleFreestyle no styles free except da radioBut the radio controlled by the sucker moveWho moved away got away after plannin` a getawayAn now he wanna play what he wanna playAn got say on what is bumpin` of course he`s gettin` somethin`Never know what`s good to tha neighborhoodSwear I never seen da suckerIn my necka da woodsThe ass is connected to the brain stemSo I sing a simple songSo you can see the sucker in `emPeople got to make a callTo hear the yes y`all (yes y`all)While the phone keep ringin`You hear some singer singin`Why don`t dey play the jammy in the daytimePeople think it`s slammin` plus the rhymeIs hot an got me tunin`The afternoon is FM in the PMOh if that they could see `imOut-of-towner not down I think they`ll dis himUp goes the season, pop goes the weaselDamn gimme rap no band I want some x-clanI know dey even got it from the giddyStacked in the backOnly black radio station in the cityProgrammed by a sucker in a suitSlick back hair he don`t even live hereRaps the number one pick so I draft itI don`t care about all the other demographicsWhen the quiet storm come on I fall sleepWhat dey need is Arbitron on the funky jeepToo bad it`s goin` on in fact my word is bondTo pull a disappearin` act attack until he goneThe whacker jam he play they pay I`m in da dayI don`t think we gonna miss `im we don`t need `im anywayCan I kick itWho the hell is on the radioOr who`s behindDo you really think they`ll mindTo play the funky jamsThat everybody wit`Some Def Jef or Ice TShow they rollin` wit` the syndicateOr can dey get funkyWit` the undergroundMaster ace get a tasteBomb squad gettin` hardMarley mart makin` hipperTrax for Jack The RipperPumpin` Eric B or Papa SanStill rollin` wit` runDid you think that everIn fact you thought that neverControl of your soulIs by a suit and tieThen U wonder why why U never hear a rhymeI say we do `imTill it`s done