ฟังเพลงHow To Kill A Radio Consultant (The DJ Chuck Chillout Mega Murder Boom)

Pusher of the button

Talkin loud aint sayin nuttin

The mack of the format gettin fat

Aint funny cause my neighborhood

Is flowin money

Thank God 4 the boulevard

They keep the motor runnin

The rap shows coincide wit the tape flow

Bootleggers go inside and record the record low

They get me, get this now can you freestyle

Freestyle no styles free except da radio

But the radio controlled by the sucker move

Who moved away got away after plannin a getaway

An now he wanna play what he wanna play

An got say on what is bumpin of course hes gettin somethin

Never know whats good to tha neighborhood

Swear I never seen da sucker

In my necka da woods

The ass is connected to the brain stem

So I sing a simple song

So you can see the sucker in em

People got to make a call

To hear the yes yall （yes yall）

While the phone keep ringin

You hear some singer singin

Why dont dey play the jammy in the daytime

People think its slammin plus the rhyme

Is hot an got me tunin

The afternoon is fm in the pm

Oh if that they could see im

Out-of-towner not down I think theyll dis him

Up goes the season, pop goes the weasel

Damn gimme rap no band I want some x-clan

I know dey even got it from the giddy

Stacked in the back

Only black radio station in the city

Programmed by a sucker in a suit

Slick back hair he dont even live here

Raps the number one pick so I draft it

I dont care about all the other demographics

When the quiet storm come on I fall sleep

What dey need is arbitron on the funky jeep

Too bad its goin on in fact my word is bond

To pull a disappearin act attack until he gone

The whacker jam he play they pay Im in da day

I dont think we gonna miss im we dont need im anyway

I kick itCan

Who the hell is on the radio

Or whos behind

Do you really think theyll mind

To play the funky jams

That everybody wit

Some def jef or ice t

Show they rollin wit the syndicate

Or can dey get funky

Wit the underground

Master ace get a taste

Bomb squad gettin hard

Marley mart makin hipper

Trax for jack the ripper

Pumpin eric b or papa san

Still rollin wit run

Did you think that ever

In fact you thought that never

Control of your soul

Is by a suit and tie

Then u wonder why why u never hear a rhyme

I say we do im

Till its done