Rebel Radio

Crooked I

[Intro]
They call me a radical thinker
I call me a real nigga
Yeah
You know
So many of these racist police wanna see me in jail
Either that or in a grave
But fuck that
Yeah
Nigga, I ain't no racist
I love America
I just hate so many of you muthafuckin' Americans
Yeah
You understand my struggle
Yeah

[Verse 1]
Follow me
Hand over your heart, join the C.O.B
Militant nigga, fuck a C-O-P
Follow me
I take you to where real niggas oughta be
They knock the door on the poor, but Crooked got a key
See, my philosophy is escapin' this poverty
Infiltrate Uncle Sam's monopoly
Follow me
Riches and bitches, purchasin' property
Ghetto niggas should live properly (Yeah)
Follow me
They want us as slaves, got me in a fuckin' rage
My words jump off the page every time I hit the stage
For homies locked in the cage, I'm about to get the gauge
When the police runnin' raids, I'm takin' all fades
Georgia pigs pissed in my cousins face
Now I'm in Atlanta with hammers, 'bout to catch another case
Gun up under your chin
Oh, what a fuckin' waste
I'll send your brains to outer space
A fuckin' nutcase

[Chorus]
Yeah
I'm sick and tired of runnin' from feds
Yeah
Racist cops want to see me dead
Yeah
Either that or locked up instead
Yeah
Fuck 'em all, I'ma get my bread
Yeah
Sick and tired of runnin' from Feds
Yeah
Racist cops want to see me dead
Yeah
Either that or locked up instead
Yeah
Fuck 'em all, I get my bread

[Verse 2]
Follow me
I walk in the front and put my life on the line
They brainwashin' your mind and it's a crime
Follow me
We should be Malcolm X and Garvey combined
We steppin' on land mines, we out of time
Follow me
I open your eyes so you can see the truth
Fuck the lies the media tries to feed the youth
Gangbangers unite, nigga, we'll lead a truce
Father your seeds when you reproduce
Follow me
To the range, learn to aim, clean up your nina
Teach you how to get paid to push a 350 Modena
Show you when you see a politician, give 'em the finger
Look at Hurricane Katrina, my nigga
Follow me
I'll teach you how to not collide with shots
And if you do leave the earth, put your nine to cops
You disagree to try to survive [?]
Crooked thinks outside the box, my nigga
Follow Me

[Chorus]
Yeah
I'm sick and tired of runnin' from feds
Yeah
Racist cops want to see me dead
Yeah
Either that or locked up instead
Yeah
Fuck 'em all, I'ma get my bread
Yeah
Sick and tired of runnin' from feds
Yeah
Racist cops want to see me dead (Yeah, nigga)
Yeah
Either that or locked up instead
Yeah
Fuck 'em all, I get my bread

[Outro]
Fuck 'em all
Yeah
The muthafuckers who...
Them Atlanta PD pissed in my cousins face, homie
Them Las Vegas police cracked my muthafuckin' brothers skull, homeboy
Them L.A. PD chased me down, nigga
They tried to kill me
Think I give a fuck about a racist ass cop, nigga?
Hell nah!
Got me thinkin' like Ayatollah Khomeini around this bitch!

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¿Cuándo fue lanzada la canción “Rebel Radio” por Crooked I?
La canción Rebel Radio fue lanzada en 2006, en el álbum “Young Boss, Vol. 2”.

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