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

I'm getting bored Being part of mankind There's not a lot to do no more This race is a waste of time People rushing everywhere Swarming 'round like flies Think I'll buy a forty-four Give 'em all a surprise Think I'm gonna kill myself 'Cause a little suicide Stick around for a couple of days What a scandal if I died Yeah, I'm gonna kill myself Get a little headline news I'd like to see what the papers say On the state of teenage blues A rift in my family I can't use the car I gotta be in by 10 o'clock Who do they think they are? I'd make an exception If you want to save my life Brigitte Bardot gotta come And see me every night I think I'm gonna kill myself 'Cause a little suicide Stick around for a couple of days What a scandal if I died Yeah, I'm gonna kill myself Get a little headline news I'd like to see what the papers say On the state of teenage blues On the state of teenage blues Kill myself, suicide What a scandal if I died Suicide, headline news On the state of teenage blues

I'm gonna clean the house I'm gonna fix the fence In my final hours I'm gonna tie up these loose ends I won't leave a note For anyone to find Tomorrow they'll know What I've done here tonight The drastic steps I've taken Are just an act of desperation I knew no one would miss me so what the hell I fought alot I drank to much Hurt everyone I've ever touched And just how much I hurt you it's hard to tell This is not some cry for help It's good by, I wish you well Because I love you... I'm gonna kill myself. Now who is that In my easy chair Now wait a minute That's the old me sittin there And I thank god The devil in me died Cause I stand before you now A man changed and alive The drastic steps I've take Are just an act of desperation I knew no one would miss me so what the hell I fought alot I drank to much Hurt everyone I've ever touched And just how much I hurt you it's hard to tell This is not some cry for help It's good bye, I wish you well Because I love you... I had to kill myself. I'm gonna clean the house I'm gonna fix that fence In my final hours Gonna tie up these loose ends.

Oh, how I'd kill To see you again Love's a game, I played the fool I was wasted on your perfume Yeah, you turned me into a mess But I must confess Oh, that I've never felt so alive Well, that's a lesson learned (You showed me love) No, you taught me how to hurt Was it worth it? No 'Cause now I'm coast to coast, alone I roam Searching for solace and comfort And I don't know if I can carry on They called me crazy and they're right I had a multitude of sickly dispositions, you didn't mind Instead, you taught me how to dance, but not alone Now, if love is a game, then I only played to lose Because empires will rise and fall Like tides and I'll live through it all But it won't mean a thing without you