The Radio

[Verse 1: Termanology]
Ayo, I remember my first time on the radio
Think it was eighty-eight-nine on the radio
Thank God, I got to shine on the radio
'Cause that led to more time on the radio
Jam'n ninety-four-five on the radio
Then Shade 45 on the radio
Satelite made me step on my balls
So I had to write new shit
'Cause of the way they made me flow
I spat a lot of good rhymes on the radio
Had a lot of good times on the radio
Talk slick and got wise on the radio
Probably the reason I'm still on the radio now

[Scratches]

[Verse 2: Termanology]
Come on
I made the whole jail get live 'cause of the radio
They hear their names all the time on the radio
In Boston, I can shine on the radio
In NY all the time on the radio
Once carried a hot nine to the radio
My cousin [?] was dead with the three-eight-two
Somebody almost lost their lives at the radio
Another DJ another rapper that hit the floor
My tracks making dough checking with the BDS
That means I get paid every time they play my hits
Made my life the shit, thank you Preemo
'Cause this shit we do always on the radio

[Scratches]

[Verse 3: Termanology]
My girl, she got tits like Pamela Lee
And she give me that lip service like Angela Yee
So if you see me on the block and she hand me a g
Right before she speed off in the three-hundred-C
Don't be hating, yo
I'm in the hood but I made, though
Tell me how my jams touch through the radio
Every year that I'm on NYU
With a bunch of animals like NY zoo
I was the only one in high school on the radio
From my city where that shit made me famous, yo
So famous that ladies gave me fellatio
And still never get a shout out on the radio

[Scratches]