your death, Hip-Hop is the body, you are the chest I am the vest, we are sworn to protect This behavioural bomb rewritable radio songs "What station is your radio
The last thing that I remember I think it was mid-December I rolled out of bed to take on another day Of bills to pay. Oh, I should have noticed the
, oh, the early days. Yes, those early days, when I hung around, Followed you around, tryin' to catch the sound, Of your warm voice come through my radio
I think honesty is right, think lying is wrong. I think Willy and Haggard wrote some awful good songs. I think God rides around with the radio on, in
agenda And render contenders dismembered, bend the fabric of time (what? what?) And put your soul in a blender You living a lie like thinking Jesus was born in December
all around the world to spread the message 'Cause ain't no rest for the weary when it comes to my team We only sleep on December the 32nd DJ's dissin
you bought me a sofa. and you bought me a radio. thank you for the candy. thank you for the flowers. thank you for the sofa. thank you for the radio. (
(feat. Jazzie Jeff, Biz Markie, Slick Rick) (let's listen to this dramatic show which was popular in the early days of radio) [Will Smith] Ha ha, unh
me a sofa. And you bought me a radio. Thank you for the candy. Thank you for the flowers. Thank you for the sofa. Thank you for the radio. (
the radio flows easy and there we were without a care in the world at least so I remember drinking whiskey with both hands freeing doves in December
face, before you get bust quickly! Verse two: KRS-One Thats the hip hop, the hibby I rip it in a minute cause I'm gifted Like December 25th Now let
he wrote Those were the days I remember We used to be close, then I was nine, coldest winter I remember Was slippin' in December, two feet of snow Yeah
'm bruised and beaten Wake up from the floor that I've been sleeping Next to the radio you broke Yea the hits just keep on coming Summer skies alibi December
The middle of December ain't the time to be alone It's just too close to Christmas And too far to go home I ran in to a friend of a friend Standing in
Almost gone, tired of pretending cus' all these thoughts can't match a feeling I'm sick and cold?scanning the radio looking for a match, not a rivalry
coming home from the union hall, He saw the fall. A it's ok. JP Sousa found a radio, a radio. Sousa found a place to go, A radio in his head that
best you'll ever meet The, greatest show on Earth, B-I-G And I'm a make 'em 'member me, I stay colder than December be Mr. Freeze, only want to see her
the best you'll ever meet The, greatest show on Earth, B-I-G And I'ma make 'em 'member me, I stay colder than December be Mr. Freeze, only want to see