to base, we're taking on fire, send reinforcement we can't hold the line. We're under attack requesting permission to sound the retreat and forfeit
"words don't help you" (x2) [chorus: inspectah deck] Some sound-sound like they real top guns But this a true sound, it's a champion Rock
place to hide Tell me people, am I going insane? Every day I sit and wonder How my life it used to be Now I feel I'm going under Now my life is hard
[Radio DJ] Battle of the sexes radio, Where it is 12:45 in the A.m n disturbing the pieces Are in studio guests, Our hotline is lit the fuck up With people
Send out a message and it's sure to rebound What's that I hear and what' s that sound? Seems to be coming from under the ground International echo
my heart, way down south Clothes on a clothes line, hangin' in the sunshine A garden growin' in the ground Country music on the radio, talk about a good ol' sound
you didn't know I spit the syllables Were bringing you Manafest style live at the rodeo, radio, video, stereo here we go Hook: I've traveled all over the globe What's under
worth keeping And if I can't have you tonight Least I had the weekend The radio plays the sound of the waves rolling in The smell of the night sure can get under
It's the sound of the under, sound of the underground Where the bass line jumps in the back street light It's the sound of the under, sound of the underground
Its the sound of the under Sound of the underground The bass line jumps in the backstreet light It's the sound of the under Sound of the underground
skating on a smooth obsidian sea, black sky reflects under your feet. miles away, the lights of your city life still burn, where the tick of clocks and
El-Pee got served in neon Trendy indie underground 'cause you haven't got a choice Take away your elitist buddies and you haven't got a voice No five thousand for radio
under me This is my house What the fuck you think You get spanked comin up in my shit I run this My shit pop like them white boys on MTV Your shit sound
turn around his car. And away he goes To the local radio Saying, "What's that sound? I'd like to know, And this might sound strange, But I just can'
[Slug/(Beyond)] Patterned around the thought and the will We shattered the sound of perpendicular noise Now gather 'round, blueprints to rebuild On top
and you takin' while you givin' me dome You gotta keep on low like yo' parents are home On tour with me and my fam (FM) Hear the radio playin' our jam
Mr sound selecta Hook me up with the melody Mr sound selecta Hit me with the beat Cmon [Verse:] Leave your vocal points at the door No submerged
Medina bound Into the chamber and it's a whole different sound It's a wide entrance, small exit like a funnel So deep it's picked up on radios in tunnels