Turn Your Radio Off Lyrics
| Song | Turn Your Radio Off |
| Artist | Beefy |
| Album | Rolling Doubles |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Hey You! (Yeah you!) Could you do me a favor | |
| And get a pad and some paper and jot the words of this savior | |
| You need to turn that radio right off | |
| right off right off right off right off right off | |
| Why? | |
| Well son I’ll tell ya boy | |
| The media they’ll tell ya boy | |
| That SUPERMAN’s a good song | |
| When it’s really killin culture boy | |
| These dudes that dance don’t rap | |
| Cause rappers they don’t dance | |
| They know how to produce a hit | |
| Same formula in every track | |
| That’s not art that’s just wrong | |
| Same ol shit in every song | |
| But zombies they just sing along, yo let’s be strong, and bring it on | |
| And put an end to the cut and paste | |
| The lyrically waste of space | |
| Stop putting money in their pockets and just punch them in the fucking face! | |
| But shh, I got a secret, they’re all just playing tough | |
| Real gangstas died out years back, these new kids homeslice they’re all talk | |
| They do it for the paper bill, to get a grill, and make a mill | |
| So fake they don’t know who they are, they don’t know how to keep it real | |
| So let me ask you, did ya hear what I said? | |
| Of course you did baby I’m all engrained in you head | |
| So listen up, pay attention, gonna start a revolution | |
| They’ve over stayed their welcome | |
| Beefy’s got the solution, push em | |
| Out your mind, out your heart, or over a cliff | |
| Yo if grunge rock had to die, I would say that pop hop is next | |
| Cause they don’t bring nothing to the table not already there | |
| That shits been played since I was a youngin gripping on a teddy bear | |
| So while they holla “paper paper, dolla bills yall” | |
| “I’m stright from the block yall, reaching for my steel yall” | |
| I’ll get competitive, a nerdy representative | |
| They’re rapping for the pride and I’m just rapping for the hell of it | |
| Woop Woop! Yeah Yeah! Those are not lyrics | |
| You are raping the spirits of the dead MCs who would feel it | |
| And they would grip the mic and tell us all their stories and it was real from them | |
| All ya do is leech from them, ya might as well be paying them |
| Hey You! Yeah you! Could you do me a favor | |
| And get a pad and some paper and jot the words of this savior | |
| You need to turn that radio right off | |
| right off right off right off right off right off | |
| Why? | |
| Well son I' ll tell ya boy | |
| The media they' ll tell ya boy | |
| That SUPERMAN' s a good song | |
| When it' s really killin culture boy | |
| These dudes that dance don' t rap | |
| Cause rappers they don' t dance | |
| They know how to produce a hit | |
| Same formula in every track | |
| That' s not art that' s just wrong | |
| Same ol shit in every song | |
| But zombies they just sing along, yo let' s be strong, and bring it on | |
| And put an end to the cut and paste | |
| The lyrically waste of space | |
| Stop putting money in their pockets and just punch them in the fucking face! | |
| But shh, I got a secret, they' re all just playing tough | |
| Real gangstas died out years back, these new kids homeslice they' re all talk | |
| They do it for the paper bill, to get a grill, and make a mill | |
| So fake they don' t know who they are, they don' t know how to keep it real | |
| So let me ask you, did ya hear what I said? | |
| Of course you did baby I' m all engrained in you head | |
| So listen up, pay attention, gonna start a revolution | |
| They' ve over stayed their welcome | |
| Beefy' s got the solution, push em | |
| Out your mind, out your heart, or over a cliff | |
| Yo if grunge rock had to die, I would say that pop hop is next | |
| Cause they don' t bring nothing to the table not already there | |
| That shits been played since I was a youngin gripping on a teddy bear | |
| So while they holla " paper paper, dolla bills yall" | |
| " I' m stright from the block yall, reaching for my steel yall" | |
| I' ll get competitive, a nerdy representative | |
| They' re rapping for the pride and I' m just rapping for the hell of it | |
| Woop Woop! Yeah Yeah! Those are not lyrics | |
| You are raping the spirits of the dead MCs who would feel it | |
| And they would grip the mic and tell us all their stories and it was real from them | |
| All ya do is leech from them, ya might as well be paying them |
| Hey You! Yeah you! Could you do me a favor | |
| And get a pad and some paper and jot the words of this savior | |
| You need to turn that radio right off | |
| right off right off right off right off right off | |
| Why? | |
| Well son I' ll tell ya boy | |
| The media they' ll tell ya boy | |
| That SUPERMAN' s a good song | |
| When it' s really killin culture boy | |
| These dudes that dance don' t rap | |
| Cause rappers they don' t dance | |
| They know how to produce a hit | |
| Same formula in every track | |
| That' s not art that' s just wrong | |
| Same ol shit in every song | |
| But zombies they just sing along, yo let' s be strong, and bring it on | |
| And put an end to the cut and paste | |
| The lyrically waste of space | |
| Stop putting money in their pockets and just punch them in the fucking face! | |
| But shh, I got a secret, they' re all just playing tough | |
| Real gangstas died out years back, these new kids homeslice they' re all talk | |
| They do it for the paper bill, to get a grill, and make a mill | |
| So fake they don' t know who they are, they don' t know how to keep it real | |
| So let me ask you, did ya hear what I said? | |
| Of course you did baby I' m all engrained in you head | |
| So listen up, pay attention, gonna start a revolution | |
| They' ve over stayed their welcome | |
| Beefy' s got the solution, push em | |
| Out your mind, out your heart, or over a cliff | |
| Yo if grunge rock had to die, I would say that pop hop is next | |
| Cause they don' t bring nothing to the table not already there | |
| That shits been played since I was a youngin gripping on a teddy bear | |
| So while they holla " paper paper, dolla bills yall" | |
| " I' m stright from the block yall, reaching for my steel yall" | |
| I' ll get competitive, a nerdy representative | |
| They' re rapping for the pride and I' m just rapping for the hell of it | |
| Woop Woop! Yeah Yeah! Those are not lyrics | |
| You are raping the spirits of the dead MCs who would feel it | |
| And they would grip the mic and tell us all their stories and it was real from them | |
| All ya do is leech from them, ya might as well be paying them |
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