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The Sound Bombers - Bullet in Ya Radio Lyrics



The Sound Bombers - Bullet in Ya Radio Lyrics




Sick of cowards who are constantly fake
Carbon copies of the last emcees who caught a break
Guerrilla robots in the planet of apes
Complete de evolution in the current age
Like ink in skin I sink words to page
Rappers sell their soul till their record rotates
If hip-hop should die before I wake
Then I make it live like Christ and rise the third day
Witness the savior of this man with his mic in hand
Move like a sickness through the land till the righteous stand
Usin' music 'cause it's all I've got
And I'd give my last breath for some real hip-hop
Stop look listen and be aware
For modern day prophets dropping knowledge on a snare
We gon' help you see through fake shit
There ain't a limit to how far we could take this

Hear the same bullshit every where you go?
Put a bullet in your radio
Hypnotized by the things you see?
Put a bullet in your TV screen
Whatever happened to music that had meaning?
It's like a nightmare waking up screaming
They played a good song once eight days ago
Put a bullet in your radio

And somethin' happened to the music I love
Not expression of self it's what'll play in the club
Just an image that you mimic tryin' to get a percentage
And it makes me sick when I start to think about the people that live it
Yo what happened to that 90s grimy rhyme steeze
Bumpin old hits smokin' blunts 'till my eyes bleed
And drift away inside the music for a minute while
I view the earth from a distance since I been a child
A different style and a bitter smile
I could see the world perfectly I think I'll watch it spin a while
Outer space cadet
And societies got me thinking that someone is taking aces out my deck
Shot my radio when I lost my favorite tape cassette
Top 40 nonstop I couldn't take that shit
So now I drive through my city in silence
But at least I don't hear fake thugs talkin' violence

Hear the same bullshit everywhere you go?
Put a bullet in your radio
Hypnotized by the things you see?
Put a bullet in your TV screen
Whatever happened to music that had meaning?
It's like a nightmare waking up screaming
They played a good song once eight days ago
Put a bullet in your radio

Hear the same bullshit everywhere you go?
Put a bullet in your radio
Hypnotized by the things you see?
Put a bullet in your TV screen
Whatever happened to music that had meaning?
It's like a nightmare waking up screaming
They played a good song once eight days ago
Put a bullet in your radio
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Sick of cowards who are constantly fake
Carbon copies of the last emcees who caught a break
Guerrilla robots in the planet of apes
Complete de evolution in the current age
Like ink in skin I sink words to page
Rappers sell their soul till their record rotates
If hip-hop should die before I wake
Then I make it live like Christ and rise the third day
Witness the savior of this man with his mic in hand
Move like a sickness through the land till the righteous stand
Usin' music 'cause it's all I've got
And I'd give my last breath for some real hip-hop
Stop look listen and be aware
For modern day prophets dropping knowledge on a snare
We gon' help you see through fake shit
There ain't a limit to how far we could take this

Hear the same bullshit every where you go?
Put a bullet in your radio
Hypnotized by the things you see?
Put a bullet in your TV screen
Whatever happened to music that had meaning?
It's like a nightmare waking up screaming
They played a good song once eight days ago
Put a bullet in your radio

And somethin' happened to the music I love
Not expression of self it's what'll play in the club
Just an image that you mimic tryin' to get a percentage
And it makes me sick when I start to think about the people that live it
Yo what happened to that 90s grimy rhyme steeze
Bumpin old hits smokin' blunts 'till my eyes bleed
And drift away inside the music for a minute while
I view the earth from a distance since I been a child
A different style and a bitter smile
I could see the world perfectly I think I'll watch it spin a while
Outer space cadet
And societies got me thinking that someone is taking aces out my deck
Shot my radio when I lost my favorite tape cassette
Top 40 nonstop I couldn't take that shit
So now I drive through my city in silence
But at least I don't hear fake thugs talkin' violence

Hear the same bullshit everywhere you go?
Put a bullet in your radio
Hypnotized by the things you see?
Put a bullet in your TV screen
Whatever happened to music that had meaning?
It's like a nightmare waking up screaming
They played a good song once eight days ago
Put a bullet in your radio

Hear the same bullshit everywhere you go?
Put a bullet in your radio
Hypnotized by the things you see?
Put a bullet in your TV screen
Whatever happened to music that had meaning?
It's like a nightmare waking up screaming
They played a good song once eight days ago
Put a bullet in your radio
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Writer: Dusty Glass
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Performed By: The Sound Bombers
Length: 4:37
Written by: Dusty Glass
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