Turn Your Radio Off

Turn the radio off, turn the radio off Turn the radio off, turn the radio off Turn the radio Turn the radio Turn the radio Turn the radio off! Hey You! (Yeah you!) Could you do me a favour And get a pad and some paper and jot the words of this saviour? You need to turn that radio right off (right off) Right off (right off) right off (right off) Why? Well son, I'll tell ya boy; the media, they'll tell ya boy That "Superman"'s a good song when it's really killin' culture boy The guys that dance don't rap, cause rappers they don't dance They know how to produce a hit, same formula in every track And that's not art, that's wrong, same ol' shit in every song Zombies like to sing along. Yo, let's be strong, and bring it on And put an end to the cut and paste, lyrically wasting space Stop putting money in their pockets and just punch them in the fucking face! But shh, I got a secret, they're all just playing tough Gangstas died out years back, these new kids homeslice they're all talk They do it for the paper bill, and to get a grill, and make a mill So fake they don't know who they are, they don't know how to keep it real Turn the radio off, turn the radio off Turn the radio off, turn the radio off Turn the radio Turn the radio Turn the radio Turn the radio off! So let me ask you, did ya hear what I said? Of course you did, baby, I'm all engrained in your head So listen up, pay attention, gonna start a revolution They've over stayed their welcome, Beefy's got the solution Push em out your mind, out your heart, or over a cliff Yo, if grunge rock had to die, I say that pop hop is next Cause they don't bring nothing to the table not already there That shit's been played since I was a young 'un gripping a teddy bear So while they holla "Paper paper, dolla dolla bills yall! I'm straight from the block, y'all, reaching for my steel, y'all!" I'll get competitive, a nerdy representative They're rapping for the ducats, I'm just rapping for the hell of it "Woop Woop!" "Yeah Yeah!" Those are not lyrics You're raping the spirits of dead MCs who use to feel it And they would grip the mic and tell us stories, it was real from them All ya do is steal from them, ya might as well be paying them Turn the radio off, turn the radio off Turn the radio off, turn the radio off Turn the radio Turn the radio Turn the radio Turn the radio off!