Lyrics:
Sounds Under Radio

You open up to say you're feeling all right With pictures on the wall You'll figure out that feeling here is all right With still frames in the hall But

I am the fold, in the wake Watch me push her back and break I lose all my friends, and wash away All the fractures I?ve displayed But we still, hold

plus do more shows You brag on tight flows but you can't go gold You sold your soul and bullshit sound low Fuckin' wit' me is not so need nine mo' Now the Internet, radio

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

*(Radio personality talking)* Really hasn't been brought up too clearly. The Luniz an Too $hort everything has been squashed. *(Too $hort talking

and the boys Playin' with our toys M-1, 'cuz everybody's gotta have fun Under the sun, under the sun So rough, so tough when I get down The disco fiend with the monster sound

*police radio* (humming) (U-God) Night falling, red dawn, without warning or beef Late night city life, in the dark Manhattan fog, creep wit' cats and

I've been waiting for something to happen For a week or a month or a year With the blood in the ink of the headlines And the sound of the crowd in my

They prepare to make a stand Lover to lover, woman to man Livin' for the ... (chorus) Small town hot summer nights Radio 'bout to blow Top down under