THE RADIO STATIONS
Featuring THE CROW

CHORUS
F@#*! the radio stations
F@#*! the radio stations
F@#*! the radio stations
'Cause I won't pay for you to play my tracks

Radio killed the new rap star
'Cause everytime I try to do right you raise the bar
You see, I've been in this game for a long while
But my unique style won't fit no station's profile
With guile you always manage to pass the buck
Even my crow partner be askin' what the fuck
You keep leavin' me hangin' like a sitting duck
Your policies on song acceptance really suck
Are you a retard… do I sound like Cacofonix the Bard
Or are you just out to make this so damn hard
You're always keen to play some wack plug track
When you hear mine you hit the deck and attack
While my work is dissected and scrutinized
Are those multinational artists also analyzed?
I didn't think so… keep workin' on the d-low
This song's for you 'cause I ain't takin' your crap no mo'

CHORUS

Radio stations you're a bunch of conservatives
You're all the same but come in different derivitives
So scared of upsettin' your cash cow advertisers
You've all become local content misers
Playing the plastic songs while overlooking the gems
They're too stressed about ratings and LSMs
See if you can walk into a station and get your track played
After hundred attempts will you still be placid and staid
In our industry locals are the talented orphans
Like Mahotella we end up poor in our coffins
Station managers suffer from a major brain drain
How can they place us at the bottom of the food chain
So why would they even take a chance on me
When I ain't out to pay the programme manager's fee
Gee, you didn't know what was goin' on
Payola's been around long before you were born

CHORUS

I ain't out to make no passionate plea
So here's my decree that says "F@#*! you, fake-ass G
Too hooked on your bong to see the merits of my song
Your playlist is dragging all your DJs along
Under instructions to find something wrong
Any excuse will do to say I don't belong
I keep my tracks within your parameters
But I'm always marked down by your examiners
My stamina's tested again and again
How can I begin to win if I always gotta defend
My music, my lyrics, my image, my style
It's been a while since you had to face a wild child
What you see ain't your average package
I'll make your station look like a mainline wreckage
With these lyrics my songs won't see a radio day
But that's alright you ain't playin' them anyway, so

CHORUS
I said F@#*! you