Dead Prez - Turn Off The Radio lyrics

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Dead Prez - Turn Off The Radio lyrics

Woohoohoohoohoohoo... Crank up yo' speakers! [Stic.] To all my (n***az) Every hustlin (n***a) Strugglin (n***az) Revolutionary (n***az) Gang-bangin (n***az) Chain-gangin (n***az) Tune yo' frequency... I refuse to be a stereotype in ya box Never wanna 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** - R.B.G.'d up in some gangsta chucks Throw ya fist up homie if ya know what's up All my comrades puttin in soldier work We rollin dirty wit it, fully dedicated So real that the radio'll never play it But that's cool, the enemy supposed to hate it Freedom ain't gon' come til we regulate 'em That's why I'm in the dojo, not just for the video Really though, we really got beef with the po-po (woop-woop) Never know when they gon' put you in a chokehold This is for you new n***az, holdin for the radio [Chorus] Turn off the radio! Turn off that bullsh**! (freak-freak y'all) Turn off the radio! Turn off that bullsh**! (freak-freak y'all) Turn off the radio! Turn off that bullsh**! (freak-freak y'all) Turn off the radio! [phone rings] [M-1] People's Radio [Stic.] Yo hang up, that's the police [M-1] What's on the radio, propoganda, mind control And turnin it on is like puttin on a blindfold Cuz when you bringin the real you don't get ro-tation 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 dancin And yo it might sound good when you spittin your rap But in reality, don't nobody live like that You wanna know what kinda n***a I am? Lemme tell you 'bout the n***a I'm not - I don't f** with the cops Platinum don't mean 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, cuz you could be a radio freak (freak-freak y'all) [Chorus] Turn off the radio! Turn off that bullsh**! (freak-freak y'all) Turn off the radio! Turn off that bullsh**! (freak-freak y'all) Turn off the radio! [Stic.] People's Radio, you on the air [caller] I got a phat chain, I got a phat whip [caller] I got a... *hang-up* [Stic.] n***a get off that bullsh**! [high-pitched voice] Crank up your speackers, your woofers and your tweeters Turn up your receivers, we bangin off the meter Crank up your speackers, your woofers and your tweeters Turn up your receivers, we bangin for the people Crank up your speackers, your woofers and your tweeters Turn up your receivers, we bangin off the meter [Stic. x2] Freak-freak y'all, to the beat y'all DP's dawg, we got the heat dawg People's Radio, on ya stereo For the ghettos, and the varrio [high-pitched voice] Crank up your speackers, your woofers and your tweeters Turn up your receivers, we bangin off the meter Crank up your speackers, your woofers and your tweeters Turn up your receivers, we bangin for the people