No Radio


Lyrics to 'No Radio' by Royce da 5'9":

I’m more or less professional
I’m perfection like Rolex
Perpetual but I bet you don’t got this necklace though
This cross is so large it look like a set of referee hands calling a technical
Shit -This cross is so foul think I think Imma call it Solar
As a token to coming and taken over my self-control
While I’m trying to overtake your estate
While I’m flying on – karma’s involved there’s no escape
My brother never beat a case
He used to hit me from prison askin me to come perform there
I told him I couldn’t that’d be a waste
I’m not trying to berate the guards
I might rhyme and really raise the bars
There’s enough truth in me to set this whole penitentiary free anyway
Now I’m about to spit at you a couple of completely rational things
I’m just a kid with a passion in the back yard flippin on a mattress splashin in the rain, Who happened to make it in the national
Who made made a few enemies on his way to rap supremacy
After he done captured your brain
Somebody who’s sincerely driven by the spirit of lyricism
Instead of gimmicks designed to get in to some kind of capital gain
I ain’t never asked for fame
I know niggas who rap who ain’t rappin cause they chasin stats
Well they bout that green like Franklin and Jackson
Well I’m bout that green like St. Patrick’s
And only stats I’m on is knowin I’ll whoop all their asses
In any and all weight classes
I know fasho in my heart I already coordinate classics
I just need ya’ll to correlate that wit
Ya’ll settlin for these throwaway corny swore away rappers
Is like puttin cat shit between two gourmet crackers, and the actual performers are onstage throwing spoiled eggs at ya;
Please, you deserve homemade mac and cheese, and that’s just the start:
Id sell my album for 5 to a guy with only 10 dollars to his name before I will to a rich guy for 10,000;
Cause a guy who’s got less to spend now has to go into his heart just to make his investment into the art;
And that reminded me of myself at 19 in Harlem:
I told Wifey I would not be back unsigned
And came back singed with a million dollars
You lookin in the eyes of an MC
Who clearly sees the climate shifting and the odds against me
There’s no secret
There’s no reason for me to go get more features
I don’t need you to promote or support me
I don’t need your beat
I don’t need to force things
We don’t need to speak more
I don’t need to be out in the street more
I don’t think I need to tweet more
All I really need is these flows
What do we know?
All you really need to know about me is the quality though
Just because I’m kind of popular what ya tryin to bother me for?
I ain’t never came out and bothered none of ya’ll when ya’ll was partying with illegals
I ain’t gotta politic bitch – I’m a black star Ali Kweli Mos
I’m a King Tech and Sway alumni nigga – Stretch and Bobbito
Shout to Peter Rosenberg shout my nigga Ebro
Shout my nigga [?]
Shout to [?]
Radio not for me – I see, it’s not about L-Y-R-I-C no more
No more interviews I’m Ceeyo
I ain’t interested
Nah, I’d rather kick it with and sit around and listen to that kid Stitches spit while I sniff an entire kee of coke
Nah, I’d rather let Slim Jesus baptize my kids in a synagogue
While I’m swingin in my vehicle
Look my pedigree has officially been elevated to best flower
That the mean I gotta step down in order to give em moral direct orders
I speak to the culture like Hova does
Ya’ll beef and squash beef and then address make up
Ya’ll speak to the culture like Boy George and Culture Club
But ya’ll keepin me focused on dodging these vultures
And you know what? I might even be the greatest artist in history
Think about it – all these schemes
These are not just fresh rhymes sir
These don’t get thought of, these get conjured
Then these are compounded in the Exxon and stockpiled until it’s time to hop out of my complex mind and possibly create it or repeat it in concert
These are my greater beliefs too deep for you to rate or critique
As far as the haters – it’s too late you done already made me a monster
Phryme is something you can thank me and [?] for
Bad meets Evil is something you can thank me, P and Denaun for
Bar Exam is me sayin thank you for being down for us
I’m slam dunkin that Book of Ryan my nigga, encore
Me and Key Wayne got something coming soon, it’s a mind blower
The lord looking down on me like shine boy

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