The Radio

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Termanology] Ayo, I remember my first time on the radio Think it was eighty-eight-nine on the radio Thank God, I got to shine on the radio 'Cause that led to more time on the radio Jam'n ninety-four-five on the radio Then Shade 45 on the radio Satelite made me step on my balls So I had to write new shit 'Cause of the way they made me flow I spat a lot of good rhymes on the radio Had a lot of good times on the radio Talk slick and got wise on the radio Probably the reason I'm still on the radio now [Scratches] [Verse 2: Termanology] Come on I made the whole jail get live 'cause of the radio They hear their names all the time on the radio In Boston, I can shine on the radio In NY all the time on the radio Once carried a hot nine to the radio My cousin [?] was dead with the three-eight-two Somebody almost lost their lives at the radio Another DJ another rapper that hit the floor My tracks making dough checking with the BDS That means I get paid every time they play my hits Made my life the shit, thank you Preemo 'Cause this shit we do always on the radio [Scratches] [Verse 3: Termanology] My girl, she got tits like Pamela Lee And she give me that lip service like Angela Yee So if you see me on the block and she hand me a g Right before she speed off in the three-hundred-C Don't be hating, yo I'm in the hood but I made, though Tell me how my jams touch through the radio Every year that I'm on NYU With a bunch of animals like NY zoo I was the only one in high school on the radio From my city where that shit made me famous, yo So famous that ladies gave me fellatio And still never get a shout out on the radio [Scratches]