DEAD PREZ - Radio Freq lyrics

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Crank up yo speakas

To all my niggaz

Every hustlin nigga

Strugglin niggaz

Revolutionary niggaz

Gangbangin niggaz

Chain gangin niggaz

To ya freaky sick

I refuse to be a stereotype in your box

Never want to try to be somethin I'm not

I'm just a nigga from the block, if you got it twist it

Stay blowin on green, if you got it twist it on up

DP's givin a fuck

RBG'd up in some gangsta chucks

Throw yo fist up homie if you know what's up

All my comrades puttin in soldier work

We rollin dirty wit it

Fully dedicated

So real that the radio will never play it

But that's cool, the enemies supposed to hate it

Freedom ain't gonna come till we regulate it

That's why I'm in the dojo, not just for the video

Really do, we really got beef with the popo

Never know when they gonna put you in a choke hold

This is for you new niggaz holdin for the radio

[Chorus:]

Turn off the radio

Turn off that bull shit

[repeat x3]

[telephone rings]

People's Radio

Yo hang up, that's police

What's on the radio? Propaganda, mind control

And turnin it on is like puttin on a blind fold

Cause when you bringin it real you don't get rotation

Unless you take over the station

And yeah I know it's part of they plans

To make us think it's all about party and dance

And yo it might sound good when yo spittin you rap

But in reality don't nobody live like that

You wanna know what kinda nigga I am

let me tell you bit the nigga I'm not

I don't fuck with the cops

Platinum don't me that it gotta be hot

I ain't gotta love it even if they play it a lot

You can hear it when you walk the streets

How many people they reach

How they use music to teach

A radio program ain't a figure of speech

Don't sleep, cause you could be a radio freq

[Chorus]

[telephone rings]

People's Radio

I gotta fat chain, I gotta fat whip, I gotta -

Nigga get off that bull shit!!!

Crank up yo speakers

Yo woofas and yo tweeters

Turn up yo recievers

We bangin off the meter

Crank up yo speakers

Yo woofas and yo tweeters

Turn up yo recievers

We bangin fo the people

[repeat]

Freak freak y'all, to the beat y'all

DP's dog, we gotta eat dog

People's Radio, on the stereo

For the ghettos and the barrios

[repeat]

Crank up yo speakers

Yo woofas and yo tweeters

Turn up yo recievers

We bangin off the meter

Crank up yo speakers

Yo woofas and yo tweeters

Turn up yo recievers

We bangin fo the people

Y'all gonna get black-balled

Nigga what? Nigga get these black balls . . . in yo mouf