Would you that? If you that? TV killed the TV the radio
Let's get it, what if they told you music was bogus? The government run it, controllin' the culture Would you believe that? If you that? Yeah, what if told you the iPhone was tapped? They see all of your browsin' and you be in your apps And Twitter and Instagram is really like men And internet soldiers, everybody was carrying What if they Obama was in a raid He got a good ass tan and a swag to appear black Would you believe that? impeach that, look How bout they tell you you dyin' if you ain't So now you go put one in and relying off that and believe that You know you do your weak ass What if they make a list? you what is dope Tellin' you was it, but never let they mother Pardon the flow but controlling many souls I know there's that's molded by television shows Opinion but most's stay null and void A little make little people feel more important So don't them, how they need it for the allure A lot of bullets are to the gullible
I down the radio just to turn the TV on (on, on) I my whole life in stereo, always singing my own song (song, song) As it flows into my (wake up, wake up wake up) As it flows my vein (wake up, wake up wake up)
TV killed the TV killed the TV the radio And then the internet slit the throat And the world star fell up out the orbit And for that broad a rapper is now behind his And the rappers would visit shawty, shawty be goin' And be laughin' at him, he doesn't know it 'Cause he believed her, thought he be G'd by such a sweet girl (News flash, news flash, it's a world) (And no one's too thorough to it on to a girl uh) What if they told you your chick was a You know, like a ho, the type be choosin' You gon' it like nah homie, soon as the car pull up Tell her you'll at us and get in and go and lose it
TV the radio TV killed the TV fuck it, And then the slit the television throat
But not I gave birth to several episodes Our generation is cursed, we got too many We believe they gon' repeat what we was told And know that bullets are to the gullible
I turn down the just to turn the TV on (on, on) I live my life in stereo, always singing my own song (song, song) As it flows into my (wake up, wake up wake up) As it into my vein
I'd like to thank all the beautiful people that came out tonight Mrs Reese, I see you in the baby, oh yea Oh to the slutty boys to You hear Uh, hear the Adapt Kings in the back, young Dallas Two bitches, two bitches, I good right now I just want to talk to my people without Unbelievable, get down!