Royce Da 5'9" - No Radio lyrics

I'm more or less professional I'm perfection like Rolex Perpetual but I bet you don't got this necklace though This cross is so large it look like a set of referee hands calling a technical sh** -This cross is so foul think I think Imma call it Solar As a token to coming and taken over my self-control While I'm trying to overtake your estate While I'm flying on – karma's involved there's no escape My brother never beat a case He used to hit me from prison askin me to come perform there I told him I couldn't that'd be a waste I'm not trying to berate the guards I might rhyme and really raise the bars There's enough truth in me to set this whole penitentiary free anyway Now I'm about to spit at you a couple of completely rational things I'm just a kid with a pa**ion in the back yard flippin on a mattress splashin in the rain, Who happened to make it in the national Who made made a few enemies on his way to rap supremacy After he done captured your brain Somebody who's sincerely driven by the spirit of lyricism Instead of gimmicks designed to get in to some kind of capital gain I ain't never asked for fame I know n***as who rap who ain't rappin cause they chasin stats Well they bout that green like Franklin and Jackson Well I'm bout that green like St. Patrick's And only stats I'm on is knowin I'll whoop all their a**es In any and all weight cla**es I know fasho in my heart I already coordinate cla**ics I just need ya'll to correlate that wit Ya'll settlin for these throwaway corny swore away rappers Is like puttin cat sh** between two gourmet crackers, and the actual performers are onstage throwing spoiled eggs at ya; Please, you deserve homemade mac and cheese, and that's just the start: Id sell my album for 5 to a guy with only 10 dollars to his name before I will to a rich guy for 10,000; Cause a guy who's got less to spend now has to go into his heart just to make his investment into the art; And that reminded me of myself at 19 in Harlem: I told Wifey I would not be back unsigned And came back singed with a million dollars You lookin in the eyes of an MC Who clearly sees the climate shifting and the odds against me There's no secret There's no reason for me to go get more features I don't need you to promote or support me I don't need your beat I don't need to force things We don't need to speak more I don't need to be out in the street more I don't think I need to tweet more All I really need is these flows What do we know? All you really need to know about me is the quality though Just because I'm kind of popular what ya tryin to bother me for? I ain't never came out and bothered none of ya'll when ya'll was partying with illegals I ain't gotta politic b**h – I'm a black star Ali Kweli Mos I'm a King Tech and Sway alumni n***a – Stretch and Bobbito Shout to Peter Rosenberg shout my n***a Ebro Shout my n***a [?] Shout to [?] Radio not for me – I see, it's not about L-Y-R-I-C no more No more interviews I'm Ceeyo I ain't interested Nah, I'd rather kick it with and sit around and listen to that kid Stitches spit while I sniff an entire kee of coke Nah, I'd rather let Slim Jesus baptize my kids in a synagogue While I'm swingin in my vehicle Look my pedigree has officially been elevated to best flower That the mean I gotta step down in order to give em moral direct orders I speak to the culture like Hova does Ya'll beef and squash beef and then address make up Ya'll speak to the culture like Boy George and Culture Club But ya'll keepin me focused on dodging these vultures And you know what? I might even be the greatest artist in history Think about it – all these schemes These are not just fresh rhymes sir These don't get thought of, these get conjured Then these are compounded in the Exxon and stockpiled until it's time to hop out of my complex mind and possibly create it or repeat it in concert These are my greater beliefs too deep for you to rate or critique As far as the haters – it's too late you done already made me a monster Phryme is something you can thank me and [?] for Bad meets Evil is something you can thank me, P and Denaun for Bar Exam is me sayin thank you for being down for us I'm slam dunkin that Book of Ryan my n***a, encore Me and Key Wayne got something coming soon, it's a mind blower The lord looking down on me like shine boy