Rebel Radio

Album cover art for "Rebel Radio" by Crooked I

Crooked I - Rap

Rebel Radio

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Duration: 7:48

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[Intro] They call me a radical thinker I call me a real nigga Yeah You know So many of these racist police wanna see me in jail Either that or in a grave But fuck that Yeah Nigga, I ain't no racist I love America I just hate so many of you muthafuckin' Americans Yeah You understand my struggle Yeah [Verse 1] Follow me Hand over your heart, join the C.O.B Militant nigga, fuck a C-O-P Follow me I take you to where real niggas oughta be They knock the door on the poor, but Crooked got a key See, my philosophy is escapin' this poverty Infiltrate Uncle Sam's monopoly Follow me Riches and bitches, purchasin' property Ghetto niggas should live properly (Yeah) Follow me They want us as slaves, got me in a fuckin' rage My words jump off the page every time I hit the stage For homies locked in the cage, I'm about to get the gauge When the police runnin' raids, I'm takin' all fades Georgia pigs pissed in my cousins face Now I'm in Atlanta with hammers, 'bout to catch another case Gun up under your chin Oh, what a fuckin' waste I'll send your brains to outer space A fuckin' nutcase [Chorus] Yeah I'm sick and tired of runnin' from feds Yeah Racist cops want to see me dead Yeah Either that or locked up instead Yeah Fuck 'em all, I'ma get my bread Yeah Sick and tired of runnin' from Feds Yeah Racist cops want to see me dead Yeah Either that or locked up instead Yeah Fuck 'em all, I get my bread [Verse 2] Follow me I walk in the front and put my life on the line They brainwashin' your mind and it's a crime Follow me We should be Malcolm X and Garvey combined We steppin' on land mines, we out of time Follow me I open your eyes so you can see the truth Fuck the lies the media tries to feed the youth Gangbangers unite, nigga, we'll lead a truce Father your seeds when you reproduce Follow me To the range, learn to aim, clean up your nina Teach you how to get paid to push a 350 Modena Show you when you see a politician, give 'em the finger Look at Hurricane Katrina, my nigga Follow me I'll teach you how to not collide with shots And if you do leave the earth, put your nine to cops You disagree to try to survive [?] Crooked thinks outside the box, my nigga Follow Me [Chorus] Yeah I'm sick and tired of runnin' from feds Yeah Racist cops want to see me dead Yeah Either that or locked up instead Yeah Fuck 'em all, I'ma get my bread Yeah Sick and tired of runnin' from feds Yeah Racist cops want to see me dead (Yeah, nigga) Yeah Either that or locked up instead Yeah Fuck 'em all, I get my bread [Outro] Fuck 'em all Yeah The muthafuckers who... Them Atlanta PD pissed in my cousins face, homie Them Las Vegas police cracked my muthafuckin' brothers skull, homeboy Them L.A. PD chased me down, nigga They tried to kill me Think I give a fuck about a racist ass cop, nigga? Hell nah! Got me thinkin' like Ayatollah Khomeini around this bitch!

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  • Crooked I