Radio (feat. Tropidelic)

I don't write songs for the radio
I don't write songs for the radio
I don't write songs for the radio
I write songs for the stereos
So turn it up until the speakers blow
We're getting faded at the reggae show
Now here we go

Gimme a kick drum stacked with an 808
With that rub a dub bass and the bubble and skank
Roland got me echoing filling the space
You can season it to taste cause when it hits you in the face

It's an addiction, and you aint ever quitting
10 years in with a hundred songs written
10 years in to a genre we don't fit in
10 years in and there ain't no one more legit, man
I'm focused on my bars
You're focused on your pretty boy shit and becoming pop stars
You got your PR teams
While we're just four mother fuckers and a pint of what's cheap

My lyrics are the product of the struggle that I bleed
You're lyrically regurgitating what you've seen succeed
Rebel music has become Babylon
I could babble on but I'll just reload and I will battle on, oh

I don't write songs for the radio
I write songs for the stereos
So turn it up until the speakers blow
We're getting faded at the reggae show
Now here we go

You started out hoping you could pay the rent
You worked hard writing songs in the basement
Hangin out with vagrants is always how your days were spent
And your homies all told you stay patient
It's been few years now, still can't predict
If you will ever tell your mama that you made it
But your counterparts only have half the heart
But livin life real large doin fake shit
So you got a manager then an agent
Made a plan and learned all the basics
Built a brand, demand and persuasion
Now your dream's become occupation
And although at you're at the table eating steak and shrimp
All you seem to feel is forsaken
Not happy slappin on the label to be doing what you're able
Even though it brings home the bacon

Put me on the radio and turn me soft
Cuz I wanna hear my voice when I turn it off
When I become a pretender I'll remember the cost
While I'm busy getting sniffy in my loft with a supermodel
Different strokes for different folks
Some like being legit but without being broke, hard to do both
Guess I'm content just doing everything I can
Staying loyal to the band and the man that I am

Under produced but overly motivated
Substance abuse is keeping me agitated
Bad life decisions are how I am educated
But I'm authentic and that cannot be debated
Whispers in my ears coming from crooks and thieves
They are the worker bees of the industry
Trying to tear me apart to build me up
On top of its foundation and I have had enough

I ain't in it for the money, I'm in it for my sanity
Cause writing is the only place that I find any clarity
It's therapy, something that's always been there for me
You're fucking with my craft and you best be treading carefully
I'll be remembered for my lyrics and the fire that I sing em with
I'm tired of the hypocrites and liars they're all full of shit
I'll burn this fucker down before I change what I am
I might die a poor poet but I'll live a free man

I don't write songs for the radio
I write songs for the stereos
So turn it up until the speakers blow
We're getting faded at the reggae show
Now here we go
Now here we go