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Power


Artist: Ice T
Genres: Hip-Hop
Total songs: 7
Year: 1988

Radio Suckers Lyrics - Power - Ice T

People, it's time for the Ice crush 

So listen to my words I bring much 

Sense, as I commence, my lyrics intense 

Your telephoto, break out your big lens 

Look, check out the sales charts 

My record's kickin', I'm breakin' P.D.'s hearts 

They banned me from their shows 

'Cause they said I'm too hard 

But no sell-out, I guess I'm just barred 

I ain't changin' mine for no body 

They bleeped words from Doug's LA-DE-DA-DE 

I can't get a bleep? What's the deal? 

Maybe my words are just too real 

It's not profanity, it's just the man and me 

He doesn't want you to see what I see 

Doesn't want you to be what you can be 

Word, censorship of reality 

 

Radio suckers never play me 

Radio suckers never play me 

Radio suckers never play me 

 

Suckers don't, but some do 

The real troopers bring the ICE to you 

And close friends to me, yeah, Public Enemy 

These stations have high intellect 

They don't pretend to be, too bourgeois to rock a jam raw 

Understand what I'm sayin', they're down by law 

They play the jams that are right, sometimes not polite 

They realize you gotta get some people uptight 

Speak the word, your voice will definitely be heard 

Lie to yourself, you're destined to be to the curb 

Some stations don't care, they'll never put on the air 

Nothin' but commercial junk, their brain power's impaired 

They don't listen or try to hear what I write 

Maybe just think once, or try some school at night 

They're makin' radio wack, people have to escape 

But even if I'm banned, I'll sell a million tapes 

 

Radio suckers never play me 

Radio suckers never play me 

Radio suckers never play me 

 

I make records for music, not for the money 

To some of you that might sound funny 

But I ain't broke, and I don't joke 

And my lyrics are known to make ears smoke 

Clear as a gun scope, I speak the pure dope 

Can the radio handle the truth? Nope 

Uncut, no edits, no censors 

You can get a plastic rapper from any old dispenser 

A penny a yard, to make a record ain't hard 

But to make it mean something, that's a job 

But then we do it, they refuse it 

So I tell them duck suckers to cold go screw it 

We shouldn't sell out, we should just yell out 

And get them wack motherfuckers the hell out 

 

Radio suckers never play me 

Radio suckers never play me 

Radio suckers never play me 

Radio suckers never play me 

 

Cruisin' down the street what do I see? 

Crash Task Force, L.A.P.D. 

Gangs illin', wildin' and killin' 

Hustlers on a roll, like they got a million 

Girls in the strap and you know that 

You know the guys will stop wildin' if you stop that crap 

But you can't, you want money so bad 

You'll jock anything with a Gucci tag 

You gotta have it, so the men go get it 

Robbin' and stealin', soon to regret it 

Livin' in a jail cell, feelin' like a dumbbell 

While you jump the next jock, well 

That's reality, that's what I see 

Nobody says that you got to agree 

Censorship that ain't the way to be 

I thought you said this country was free? 

 

Radio suckers never play me 

Radio suckers never play me 

 

Tone it down, is what they say to me 

The FCC will not allow profanity 

Your subject matter's too hard, make a love song 

You better get real, come on 

I ain't no lover, I'm a fighter 

Hard core radical rap rhyme writer 

Pushin' the button, E does the cuttin' 

Everything I say amounts to something 

More than a simple rap, I'm too deep for that 

I lay my lyrics with logic, press the wax 

Play it on your tape deck, feel the effect 

If you can't take the heat, eject 

But I know you can, 'cause you're an ICE-T fan 

No sell-outs here, my man 

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