Pusher of the button Talkin' loud ain't sayin' nothin' The mack of the format gettin' fat It ain't funny 'cause my neighborhood is flowin' money Thank God for the boulevard They keep the motor runnin' The rappers coincide wit' the tape flow Bootleggers go inside and record the record low They get me, get this, how can you freestyle? Freestyle no styles free, except da radio But the radio's controlled by the sucker move Who moved away, got away after plannin' a getaway And now he wanna play what he wanna play An' got say on what is bumpin', of course he's gettin' somethin' Never know what's good to tha neighborhood I swear I never seen da sucker in my necka da wood The ass is connected to the brain stem Ah so I sing a simple song, so you can see the sucker in 'em (Hello, hello, hello?) gone (Hello, hello, hello?) gone (Hello, hello, hello?) yo My man ain't playing nothin' chuck, man Hey, yo, I don't think ya heard me kid My man ain't playin' nothin' Hey, yo, I ain't playin' either, 'cause he ain't playin' nothin' People got to make a call To hear the yes, y'all While the phone keep on ringin' you hear some singer singin' Why don't dey play the jammy in the daytime? People think it's slammin', plus the rhyme is hot an' got me tunin' The afternoon is FM in the PM If only they could see 'im out of town and not down, I think they'll dis him Up goes the season, pop goes the weasel (hey) Damn gimme rap, no band, I want some x-clan, I know dey even got it from the giddy Stacked in the back Only black radio station in the city Programmed by a sucker in a suit Has slick black hair, he don't even live here Raps the number one pick, so I draft it I don't give a damn about all the other demographics When the quiet storm comes on, I fall asleep What dey need is Arbitron on the fuckin' funky jeep Too bad it's goin' on, in fact my word is bond To pull a disappearin' act attack until he gone The whacker jam he play, they pay 'im in a day I don't think we gonna miss 'im, we don't need 'im anyway (Hello, hello, hello?) gone (Hello, hello, hello?) gone (Hello, hello, hello?) gone I don't know what you tryna do home But yo, you tryna play us out, you know what I say? 'Cause you ain't playin' nothin' I ain't playin' nothin' either, man, you know what I say? I ain't playin', but you ain't playin' Ay yo chuck, man Wanna chuck to the Durag I ain't playin', play somethin', man Can I kick it? Who the hell is on the radio? Or who's behind? Do you really think they'll mind To play the funky jams that everybody wit'? Some Def Jef or Ice T Show they rollin' wit' the syndicate Or can dey get funky wit' the underground? Master ace get a taste Bomb squad gettin' hard Marley mart makin' hipper Trax for Jack The Ripper Pumpin' Eric B or Papa San Dey rollin' wit' run Did you think that ever? In fact, you thought they never Controlled your soul By a suit and a tie And then you wonder why, why you never hear a rhyme 'Til I hear some King Sun, I say we do 'im 'til he's done Yo, I say we do 'im 'til he's done, too, G Yo chuck 'til he's done, done, G, come on G, yo They know why I left the jam, you know what I say? I know, I can't live without my radio

They could be fat or could be thin They could be black, they could be white Tell me who is knocking at the Knocking shop door tonight Not much a girl can do but open or close Those things are above doors Not much legs can do but open or close Those things are above us whores So imagine a mirror Bigger than the room it was placed in Imagine my wish for a future that cannot hold my wish Imagine the want to hold a rod that cannot hold the fish Imagine a rod that cannot hold the fish They could be lonely or could be bust They could be tack, they could be real They do have feelings, but just right now I feel A feminine receptacle, that's just what I am Those things are above us whores Just the best target practice, for a misguided man Those things are above us whores So imagine a mirror Bigger than the room it was placed in Imagine my wish for a future that cannot hold my wish Imagine the want to hold a rod that cannot hold the fish Imagine a rod that cannot hold the fish (Not much a girl can do) la la, la la (But open or close) ooh, la la la, la la la (Not much legs can do) da la (But open or close) Those things are above us whores (Not much a girl can do but open or close) Whores, whores, whores, whores (Not much legs can do but open or close) Those things are above us whores (Not much a girl can do but open or close)

(Ramones) They're forming in straight line They're going through a tight wind The kids are losing their minds The Blitzkrieg Bop They're piling in the back seat They're generating steam heat Pulsating to the back beat The Blitzkrieg Bop Hey ho, let's go Shoot 'em in the back now What they want, I don't know They're all reved up and ready to go They're forming in a straight line They're going through a tight wind The kids are losing their minds The Blitzkrieg Bop They're piling in the back seat They're generating steam heat Pulsating to the back beat The Blitzkrieg Bop Hey ho, let's go Shoot 'em in the back now What they want, I don't know They're all reved up and ready to go They're forming in a straight line They're going through a tight wind The kids are losing their minds The Blitzkrieg Bop They're piling in the back seat They're generating steam heat Pulsating to the back beat The Blitzkrieg Bop Hey ho, let's go Shoot 'em in the back now What they want, I don't know They're all reved up and ready to go The Blitzkrieg Bop The Blitzkrieg Bop The Blitzkrieg Bop

Everybody's talking at me I can't hear a word they're saying Only the echoes of my mind People stopping, staring I can't see their faces Only the shadows of their eyes I'm going where the sun keeps shining Through the pouring rain Going where the weather Suits my clothes Backing off of the Northeast wind And sailing on the summer breeze Tripping over the ocean Like a stone Oh, oh, whoa-oh Whoa-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh oh, oh-oh Oh, oh la-la la I'm going where the sun keeps shining Through the pouring rain Going where the weather Suits my clothes Backing off of the Northeast wind And sailing on the summer breeze Jumping over the ocean Like a stone (like a stone) Everybody's talking at me Ooh, ooh ooh-ooh ooh-ooh Whoa, whoa, whoa Hey Da, da, da

(Heaton/Rotheray) Like the contents of your handbag You don't know why it's there People ask you where you're heading You just answer "anywhere" We don't mean to be this vague It just happens that we are No-one asked us to elaborate We just shrug our shoulders and be And like the stories that just happened No-one thought of, no-one planned We could have ruled, we could have conquered Then we could have been a man We could be ex-husband We could be ex-wife But no-one looks at the menu in a greasy spoon life Alone, alone Half an hour is seven hours One day is several months Alone, alone A month is a calendar A year can be a decade spent Alone He knows "hello" in eighteen languages "I love you" in only one By the time he's got his phrase-book The chance is usually gone And we feel ourselves quite prepared But quite prepared for what We always took the lead Before we actually knew the plot And you can tell where we've been shopping By the bags beneath our eyes Make-up shoulders burden But the smile never lies We could be ex-husband We could be ex-wife But no-one looks at the menu in a greasy spoon life Alone, alone Half an hour is seven hours One day is several months Alone, alone A month is a calendar A year can be a decade spent Alone So empty at the airport You don't set off the doors We used to feel like chorus girls And now we feel like whores Hearts built like reservoirs Words built like dams Thoughts built like juggernauts Our actions built like prams And when the wind blows into our face We should be warmer and not colder Well, what price the charges On this cargo that we shoulder We could be ex-husband We could be ex-wife But no-one looks at the menu in a greasy spoon life Alone, alone Half an hour is seven hours One day is several months Alone, alone A month is a calendar A year can be a decade spent Alone And we only smoke when bored So we do two packs a day And we've lost the difference Between bored and lonely anyway