Dead Prez - Radio Freq lyrics

Crank up yo speakas To all my n***az Every hustlin n***a Strugglin n***az Revolutionary n***az Gangbangin n***az Chain gangin n***az To ya freaky sick I refuse to be a stereotype in your box Never want to try to be somethin I'm not I'm just a n***a from the block, if you got it twist it Stay blowin on green, if you got it twist it on up DP's givin a f** RBG'd up in some gangsta chucks Throw yo fist up homie if you know what's up All my comrades puttin in soldier work We rollin dirty wit it Fully dedicated So real that the radio will never play it But that's cool, the enemies supposed to hate it Freedom ain't gonna come till we regulate it That's why I'm in the dojo, not just for the video Really do, we really got beef with the popo Never know when they gonna put you in a choke hold This is for you new n***az holdin for the radio [Chorus:] Turn off the radio Turn off that bull sh** [repeat x3] [telephone rings] People's Radio Yo hang up, that's police What's on the radio? Propaganda, mind control And turnin it on is like puttin on a blind fold Cause when you bringin it real you don't get rotation Unless you take over the station And yeah I know it's part of they plans To make us think it's all about party and dance And yo it might sound good when yo spittin you rap But in reality don't nobody live like that You wanna know what kinda n***a I am let me tell you bit the n***a I'm not I don't f** with the cops Platinum don't me that it gotta be hot I ain't gotta love it even if they play it a lot You can hear it when you walk the streets How many people they reach How they use music to teach A radio program ain't a figure of speech Don't sleep, cause you could be a radio freq [Chorus] [telephone rings] People's Radio I gotta fat chain, I gotta fat whip, I gotta - n***a get off that bull sh**!!! Crank up yo speakers Yo woofas and yo tweeters Turn up yo recievers We bangin off the meter Crank up yo speakers Yo woofas and yo tweeters Turn up yo recievers We bangin fo the people [repeat] Freak freak y'all, to the beat y'all DP's dog, we gotta eat dog People's Radio, on the stereo For the ghettos and the barrios [repeat] Crank up yo speakers Yo woofas and yo tweeters Turn up yo recievers We bangin off the meter Crank up yo speakers Yo woofas and yo tweeters Turn up yo recievers We bangin fo the people Y'all gonna get black-balled n***a what? n***a get these black balls . . . in yo mouf