Verse One

The Radio's Shook

There Scared to take a look at new talent,
I guess Now a days
It's all about payola,

Dj's getting paid to work like a slave
This game done turned there interest
To pop fame, we don't drop names

We entertain for the culture
From Russia to Nova scotia
I've done told ya

I'm America's Product
Cut the gossip, I'm Robert
I don't need no bloggers

My life is a movie
I know that God is watching,
My City Doubted me

Like coach Tom Coughlin
Paul Bearer
Please open up the Coffin,

King pen of the streets
I'm in every body's Walkman
Laptops, Ipods

I'm What the worlds talking about
Flows and Delivery, Hood to hood
Feel Me .....


Verse Two


I got something
For the radio, like Biz Markie
But the Fcc, wont even

Spin my songs for free
The Illuminati, wants my body
cause I'm connected to heaven

and Angela Yee, why you want
Respond to my messages ?
It's evident , i'm Methodist

I was birthed and blessed
A specialist to hip hop,
Rock n Rollin like kid Rock

I been hot, so respect
The brand and the name!
And what is this ?

Funk Flex arguing with charlamagne,
well buckle up, Cuz Jerz
Ain't have a hit since Pump It up,

22 Counties Locked Down
In the first 6 months
Open your trunks

My Cd is straight for the streets
I don't need the press
I just let the music speak

I had a dream
I went Platinum, In Germany
Can't forget the fans in Albany

So America Please learn
To love your own
Because I'm taking over

the waves like Howard Stern ......