Bad Radio

[Intro: Dom Pachino (L.E.S.)] ...what the fuck the deal, huh? (you know) L.E.S., what's going, on, baby? (word up, word) I'm right here, youknowhatimean, Bad Radio Dred & Star, Smooth and the rest of the click NahImean, up in the joint, like what? NahImean, all my soldiers out there, throw ya grenades up one time Killarmy has dropped the third bomb (word up) Kid, Terrorist shit, Terrorist shit, niggas Yeah (word up, you know how we do son Aiyo, what's cracking with the album right now, son Let these niggas know) Man you know It dropped the same day and the joint got hit Like psst.. (knowhatimean) it dropped the album, the same day The World Trade got blown up, knawmean (that's real) Knawman, peace to all the families, knawmean That got it bad or whatever And everybody involved with the whole thing The whole New York is hurting right now Youknowhatimean, one love to whole New York right now For holding strong, you know? (Word up) But, word, we up in here, you know the album dropped Whatever, you know, just, knowhatmean? Out here politicking, man, I'mma be all over man All over... look out for that Terrorist shit Coming real soon, man, my solo joint about to splash ya'll niggas Knawhatimean (word up, let these niggas know son Aiyo, aiyo, check this shit out there, you know this is live We the illest pirate niggas in the world Aiyo spit a dart real quick for these niggas Let these niggas know how you do right now son) Yeah, uh-huh (let these niggas know how you do, it's war time Come on, come on) Yo, son, I tell you what Yo, for all ya warcats, check it out, all ya warheads Yo, yo, yo [Dom Pachino] Offical warhead, infect ya brain tissue with poison lead Global patrol, first to make it go, buzzin' with morse code Strike 'em out, three in a row, power like Castro Bustin' stardust, blind-folded, machine gun gold coded Banana clip, all iced out, my man sold it to a foreigner P.L.O. man, hold down a store with it Got robbed, fleed to his country and went to war with it The bi-coastal, rhymes loco, darts'll toast you Short trimp, Powerule man, Terrorist vocals Complex murderous mind'll smoke you When I black out, you wanna bet money? Kid, pull ya stack out Terrorist, in the daylight, expose the Mac out We dangerous, I be a strong link within the chain of this Bobby be the lock, you get a shot when I'm aimin' this