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DILATED PEOPLES : Satellite Radio lyrics

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DILATED PEOPLES lyrics : "Satellite Radio"

[scratched: "I'm transmittin live, do not attempt to adjust your dial"]
{"Satellite radio"}


[Evidence]
$#&@ the minors, this here's the major leagues
Where more chicks call you "Papi" than Dave Ortiz

Stand in the booth, barely at ease
Right shoulder 'gainst the wall 'til my rhymes release
Sharpest beats, broadcast from Jupiter

Got boots on, now we know Bush is Lucifer
First thing you learn is the hardest to forget
First thing you learn you just a artist in debt

(Listen up) Unheard of in rap, I arrived on time again
Call me Ev but don't call me after 9 P.M.
Wordplay sharp like clippers line my bangs

Wordplay sharp like Lil Jon's fangs
Wherever we go, remain on point
And I master rap music every day like Tom Coin

2-4-7 flow sick like cancer sticks
All I want from rap is one of the fancy chicks (believe that)
Bank accounts, couple cribs, couple whips

The funniest %#@!, this money's legit
You bet I bounce, couple kids, couple dips, couple ounce
American supersized in large amounts

Don't look down, Evidence I rap at you (straight at you)
Paint visuals that's spit-tacular
Catch my frequencies, suckers never play me though

Bendin C.A., I'm satellite radio

[scratched: "satellite radio"]

[scratched: "Do not attempt to adjust your dial"]
[scratched: "I'm transmittin live"]


[Rakaa Iriscience]
We lost Shaq to the Heat like we put a match to it
Debatin if Kobe's righteous or if the cat's Judas

And Rakaa's about action, you can react to it
Droppin science like a bad student (nah) like a grad student
Media reigns like a meteor shower

Claimin the love of God and put your feet on the flowers
Off to Hollywood, makin sure the streets have the power
On the roof of the Avalon with the bead on the tower

And they never heard the click-clack, alibi
I was back in Tokyo snackin on banana Kit-Kats
Or Amsterdam in Damkrane(?) tryin to twist back

Rap vigilante revenge over these thick tracks
Heavenly glow with the heavyweight flow
Like Atlas with the globe, trial of strength with the globe

Addin pages to passports, we stay on the go
Rollin with cats that really run L.A. on the low
Where models are like winter kids playin with snow

Where poor pray to get rich and rich prey on the po'
Transmittin, suckers never playin me though
Hit city, L.A., C.A., satellite radio


[scratched: "satellite radio"]
[scratched: "Do not attempt to adjust your dial"]

[scratched: "I'm transmittin live"]

[ad lib scratches to fade]

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