Radio Suckers lyrics

Artist  : T Ice 
Song : Radio Suckers



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														   People it's time for the Ice
crush  

 So listen to my words I bring much  

 Sense as I commence my lirycs intense  

 Get telephoto break out your big lens  

 Look check out the sales charts  

 My record's kickin' I'm breakin' P.D.'s hearts 


 They banned me from their shows  

 Because they said I'm too hard  

 But no sell out I guess I'm just barred  

 I ain't changin' mine for no body  

 They bleeped words from Doug's LA DE DA DE  

 I can't get a bleep?What's the deal?  

 Maybe my words are just too real  

 It's not profanity,it's just the man and me  

 He doesn't want you to see what I see  

 Doesn't want you to be what you can be  

 Word,censorship of reality  

  

 Radio suckers never play me(x3)(sampler of PE
"rebel without a pause")  

  

 Suckers don't,but some do  

 The real troopers bring the ICE to you  

 And close friends to me,yea,PUBLIC ENEMY  

 These stations have high intellect  

 They don't pretend to be,too bourgeois to rock a
jam raw  

 Understand what I'm sayin',they're down by law 


 They play the jams that are right,sometimes not
polite  

 They realize you gotta get some people uptight 


 Speak the word,your voice will definitely be
heard  

 Lie to yourself,you're destined to be to the
curb  

 Some stations don't care,they'll never put on
the air  

 Nothin' but commercial junk,their brain power's
impaired  

 They don't listen or try to hear what I write 


 Maybe just think once,or try some school at
night  

 They're makin' radio wack,people have to escape 


 But even if I'm banned,I'll sell a million tapes
 

  

 Radio suckers never play me (x3)  

  

 I made records for music,not for the money  

 To some of you that might sound funny  

 But I ain't broke,and I don't joke  

 And my lirics are known to make ears smoke  

 Clear as a gun scope,I speak the pure dope  

 Can the radio handle the truth?...Nope  

 Uncut,no edits,no censors  

 You can get a plastic rapper from any
ol'dispenser  

 A penny a yard,to make a record ain't hard  

 But to make it mean something,that's a job  

 But then we do it,they refuse it  

 So I tell them duck suckers to cold go screw it 


 We shouldn't sell out,we should just yell out 


 And get them wack motherfuckers the hell out 


  

 Radio 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 million  

 Girls on the strap and you know that  

 You know the guys will stop wildin' if you stop
that crap  

 But you can't,you want money so bad  

 You'll jock anything with the Gucci tag  

 You gotta have it,so the men go get it  

 Robbin' and stealin',soon to regret it  

 Livin' in a jail cell,feelin' like a dumbbell 


 While you jump the next jock,well  

 That's reality,that's what I see  

 Nobody says that you have to agree  

 Censorship that ain't the way to be  

 I thought you said this country was free?  

  

 Radio suckers never play me (x2)  

  

 Tone it down,...Is what they say to me  

 The FCC will not allow profanity  

 Your subject matter's too hard,make a love song 


 You better get real,come on  

 I ain't no lover,I'm a fighter  

 Hard core radical rap rhyme writer  

 Pushin' the botton,E does the cuttin'  

 Everything I say amounts to something  

 More than a single rap,I'm too deep for that 


 I lay my lirics with logic,press the wax  

 Play it on your tape deck,feel the effect  

 If you can't take the heat,eject  

 But I know you can,'cause you're an ICE-T fan 


 No sell-outs here,my man  

  

 Radio....(fade out