Satellite Radio

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{"Satellite radio"}

[Evidence]

Fuck the minors, this here's the major leagues

Where more chicks call you "Papi" than Dave Ortiz

Stand in the booth, barely at ease

Right shoulder 'gainst the wall 'til my rhymes release

Sharpest beats, broadcast from Jupiter

Got boots on, now we know Bush is Lucifer

First thing you learn is the hardest to forget

First thing you learn you just a artist in debt

(Listen up) Unheard of in rap, I arrived on time again

Call me Ev but don't call me after 9 P.M

Wordplay sharp like clippers line my bangs

Wordplay sharp like Lil Jon's fangs

Wherever we go, remain on point

And I master rap music every day like Tom Coyne

2-4-7 flow sick like cancer sticks

All I want from rap is one of the fancy chicks (believe that)

Bank accounts, couple cribs, couple whips

The funniest shit, this money's legit

You bet I bounce, couple kids, couple dips, couple ounce

American supersized in large amounts

Don't look down, Evidence I rap at you (straight at you)

Paint visuals that's spit-tacular

Catch my frequencies, suckers never play me though

Bendin C.A., I'm satellite radio

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[Rakaa Iriscience]

We lost Shaq to the Heat like we put a match to it

Debatin if Kobe's righteous or if the cat's Judas

And Rakaa's about action, you can react to it

Droppin science like a bad student (nah) like a grad student

Media reigns like a meteor shower

Claimin the love of God and put your feet on the flowers

Off to Hollywood, makin sure the streets have the power

On the roof of the Avalon with the bead on the tower

And they never heard the click-clack, alibi

I was back in Tokyo snackin on banana Kit-Kats

Or Amsterdam in Dampkring tryin to twist back

Rap vigilante revenge over these thick tracks

Heavenly glow with the heavyweight flow

Like Atlas with the globe, trial of strength with the globe

Addin pages to passports, we stay on the go

Rollin with cats that really run L.A. on the low

Where models are like winter kids playin with snow

Where poor pray to get rich and rich prey on the po'

Transmittin, suckers never playin me though

Hit city, L.A., C.A., satellite radio

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