How to Kill a Radio Consultant

[Verse 1] Pusher of the button Talkin' loud ain't saying nothing The mack of the format getting fat Ain't funny cause my neighborhood Is flowin' money Thank God for the boulevard They keep the motor running 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 he's gettin' somethin' Never know what's good to tha neighborhood Swear I never seen the sucker In my neck of the woods The ass is connected to the brain stem So I sing a simple song So you can see the sucker in 'em [Verse 2] People got to make a call To hear the yes y'all (yes y'all) While the phone keep ringin' You hear some singer singin' [Verse 3] Why don't they play the jammy in the daytime People think it's slammin' plus the rhyme Is hot an got me tuning The afternoon is FM in the PM Oh if that they could see 'em Out-of-towner not down I think they'll dis him Up goes the season, pop goes the weasel Damn gimme rap no band I want some X-Clan I know they 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 don't even live here Raps the number one pick so I draft it I don't care about all the other demographics When the quiet storm come on I fall sleep What they need is Arbitron on the funky jeep Too bad it's going on in fact my word is bond To pull a disappearing act attack until he gone The whacker jam he play they pay I'm in the day I don't think we gonna miss 'em We don't need 'im anyway Can I kick it Who the hell is on the radio Or who's behind Do you really think they'll mind To play the funky jams That everybody with Some Def Jef or Ice T Show they rolling with the syndicate Or can they get funky With the underground Masta Ace get a taste Bomb Squad getting hard Marley Marl making hipper Trax for Jack The Ripper Pumping Eric B or Papa San Still rolling with Run Did you think that ever In fact you thought that never Control of your soul Is by a suit and tie Then you wonder why Why never hear a rhyme I say we do 'em Till it's done