Dilated Peoples - Satellite Radio Lyrics






I'm transmittin' live
I'm transmittin' live
I'm transmittin' live
Do not attempt to adjust your dial
Satellite radio

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

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 Coin
2 4 7 flow sick like cancer sticks
All I want from rap is one of the fancy chicks

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
Paint visuals that's spittacular
Catch my frequencies, suckers never play me though
Bendin' C.A., I'm satellite radio

Satellite radio
Satellite radio
Satellite radio
Do not attempt to adjust your dial
I'm transmittin' live

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, 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 Damkrane 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

Satellite radio
Satellite radio
Satellite radio
Do not attempt to adjust your dial
I'm transmittin' live

I'm transmittin' live
I'm transmittin' live
I'm transmittin' live
Do not attempt to adjust your dial
Satellite radio

I'm transmittin' live
I'm transmittin' live
I'm transmittin' live
Do not attempt to adjust your dial
Satellite radio





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  1. B.... D....

    Salve aqui e do Brasil top de mais

  2. S.... R....

    Caller waiting operations please

  3. D.... B....

    No job sucks lol

  4. w.... ....

    ITS FUNNY AS SHIT THIS MONEY$ LEGIT

  5. F.... R....

    fuck the minors.. this heres the major league

  6. W.... ....

    Alchemist

    W.... ....

    Evidence made this beat.

  7. M.... G....

    Fucking High, whose btw the scratcher on this record?

  8. d.... f....

    sick mann : )

  9. B.... ....

    Satelatelite, satelatelatelatelite

  10. m.... ....

    like if you are high!

  11. s.... s....

    every time i listen to dilated my skin tingles. they are the only group that really make me feel the music in a physical way

  12. I.... ....

    im honored to be one of the 3,720 that actually saw this

  13. J.... L....

    One of many great songs on this album, how has this post only got 667 views? That's a sign that hip hop is truly dead. Rappin to the beat, a great dj for me thats what it's all about.

    J.... L....

    Hip hop lives bro n can never be dead. When u saw it nine years ago, it was 667 views but today it is 70k views.
    Hip hop lives!

  14. T.... M....

    sexy beat

  15. e.... o....

    underrated song.. awesome beat