Dilated Peoples - Satellite Radio lyrics
[Dilated Peoples - Satellite Radio lyrics]
Scratched: "I'm transmittin live
Do not attempt to adjust your dial"
"Satellite radio"
Fuck the minors
This here's the major leagues
Where more chicks call you
"Papi" than Dave Ortiz
Stand in the booth, barely at ease
Right shoulder 'gainst the wall
'til my rhymes release
Sharpest beats, broadcast from Jupiter
Got boots on, now we know Bush is Lucifer
First thing you learn is
The hardest to forget
First thing you learn you just
A artist in debt
(Listen up) Unheard of in rap
I arrived on time again
Call me Ev but don't call me after 9 PM
Wordplay sharp like clippers line my bangs
Wordplay sharp like Lil Jon's fangs
Wherever we go, remain on point
And I master rap music every
Day like Tom Coyne
2-4-7 flow sick like cancer sticks
All I want from rap is
One of the fancy chicks (believe that)
Bank accounts, couple cribs, couple whips
The funniest shit, this money's legit
You bet I bounce, couple kids, couple dips
Couple ounce
American supersized in large amounts
Don't look down, Evidence I rap at you
(straight at you)
Paint visuals that's spit tacular
Catch my frequencies
Suckers never play me though
Bendin CA, I'm satellite radio
Scratched: "satellite radio"
Scratched: "Do not attempt to
Adjust your dial"
Scratched: "I'm transmittin live"
We lost Shaq to the Heat like
We put a match to it
Debatin if Kobe's righteous or
If the cat's Judas
And Rakaa's about action, you can react to it
Droppin science like a bad student
(nah) like a grad student
Media reigns like a meteor shower
Claimin the love of God and put
Your feet on the flowers off to Hollywood
Makin sure the streets have the power
On the roof of the Avalon with
The bead on the tower
And they never heard the click-clack, alibi
I was back in Tokyo
Snackin on banana Kit-Kats
Or Amsterdam in Dampkring tryin to twist back
Rap vigilante revenge over these thick tracks
Heavenly glow with the heavyweight flow
Like Atlas with the globe
Trial of strength with the globe
Addin pages to passports, we stay on the go
Rollin with cats that really run
LA on the low where models are like winter
Kids playin with snow
Where poor pray to get rich and
Rich prey on the po'
Transmittin, suckers never playin me though
Hit city, LA, CA, satellite radio
Scratched: "satellite radio"
Scratched: "Do not attempt to
Adjust your dial"
Scratched: "I'm transmittin live"
Ad lib scratches to fade
Do not attempt to adjust your dial"
"Satellite radio"
Fuck the minors
This here's the major leagues
Where more chicks call you
"Papi" than Dave Ortiz
Stand in the booth, barely at ease
Right shoulder 'gainst the wall
'til my rhymes release
Sharpest beats, broadcast from Jupiter
Got boots on, now we know Bush is Lucifer
First thing you learn is
The hardest to forget
First thing you learn you just
A artist in debt
(Listen up) Unheard of in rap
I arrived on time again
Call me Ev but don't call me after 9 PM
Wordplay sharp like clippers line my bangs
Wordplay sharp like Lil Jon's fangs
Wherever we go, remain on point
And I master rap music every
Day like Tom Coyne
2-4-7 flow sick like cancer sticks
All I want from rap is
One of the fancy chicks (believe that)
Bank accounts, couple cribs, couple whips
The funniest shit, this money's legit
You bet I bounce, couple kids, couple dips
Couple ounce
American supersized in large amounts
Don't look down, Evidence I rap at you
(straight at you)
Paint visuals that's spit tacular
Catch my frequencies
Suckers never play me though
Bendin CA, I'm satellite radio
Scratched: "satellite radio"
Scratched: "Do not attempt to
Adjust your dial"
Scratched: "I'm transmittin live"
We lost Shaq to the Heat like
We put a match to it
Debatin if Kobe's righteous or
If the cat's Judas
And Rakaa's about action, you can react to it
Droppin science like a bad student
(nah) like a grad student
Media reigns like a meteor shower
Claimin the love of God and put
Your feet on the flowers off to Hollywood
Makin sure the streets have the power
On the roof of the Avalon with
The bead on the tower
And they never heard the click-clack, alibi
I was back in Tokyo
Snackin on banana Kit-Kats
Or Amsterdam in Dampkring tryin to twist back
Rap vigilante revenge over these thick tracks
Heavenly glow with the heavyweight flow
Like Atlas with the globe
Trial of strength with the globe
Addin pages to passports, we stay on the go
Rollin with cats that really run
LA on the low where models are like winter
Kids playin with snow
Where poor pray to get rich and
Rich prey on the po'
Transmittin, suckers never playin me though
Hit city, LA, CA, satellite radio
Scratched: "satellite radio"
Scratched: "Do not attempt to
Adjust your dial"
Scratched: "I'm transmittin live"
Ad lib scratches to fade