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Crooked I - Rebal Radio
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Artist: Crooked I
Song: Rebel Radio
Produced by:
Appears on: Young Boss Volume 2
Typed by: BIGG Pene

Intro

Gyeah, you know what I’m talkin’ about, gyeah
They call me a radical thinker
I call me: a real nigga, yeah, you know
So many of these mothafuckin’ racist ass 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 mothafuckin’ Americans, yeah
You understand my struggle, gyeah

Verse 1

Follow me, hand over your heart turn on to C.O.B.
Militant nigga, fuck a C.O.P.
Follow me, I take you to where real niggas are to be
They lock 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
Follow me, they wanna ship slaves got me in fuckin’ rage
My verse drop of the page everytime I hit the stage
For homies locked in the cage, I’m about to get the gauge
When the police wantin’ rage I’m takin’ all fates
Torture pigs pissed in my cousins face
Now I’m in Atlanta with hammers down to catch another case
Gun up under your chin, oh what a fuckin’ waste
I’ll send ya brains outta space, a fuckin’ nutcase

Chorus

Yeah, I’m sick and tired of runnin’ from feds
Yeah, racist cops wanna see me dead
Yeah, either that or locked up instead
Yeah, fuck ’em all, I’ma get my bread

Verse 2

Follow me, I walk in the front and put my life on the line
They brainswashin’ your mind and that’s a crime
Follow me, we should be Malcolm X & Gabi Kaban
We steppin’ on landmines, three at a time
Follow me, I open your eyes so you can see the truth
Fuck the lies the media tries to feed the youth
Gang bangers unite, nigga we lead the truce
Father your seeds when you reproduce
Follow me, to the range learn to aim and clean up your meanor
Teach you how to get paid and push a 360 Modena
Show you when you see the politicians give ’em the finger
Look at Hurricane Katrina my nigga
Follow me, I teach you how to not collide with shots
And if you do leave the earth put your nine to cops
You disagree then try to survive violent blocks
Crooked think I slide the box my nigga
Follow me

Chorus

Yeah, I’m sick and tired of runnin’ from feds
Yeah, racist cops wanna see me dead
Yeah, either that or locked up instead
Yeah, fuck ’em all, I’ma get my bread

Outro

Fuck  ’em all, yeah, you mothafuckas, them Atlanta P.D. pissed in my cousin face homie, them Las Vegas police tracked my mothafuckin’ brother Storm homeboy, the L.A.P.D. chased me down nigga, they tried to kill me, think I give a fuck about a racist
ass cop nigga, hell naw, got me thinkin’ like Ayatollah Khomeini around this bitch!

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