The Radio

[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]