On The Radio Blu & Exile

[Intro]
I guess we're sittin' on the park on this one
You know what I'm sayin'?
You wanna just, uh, bring it back real quick
For my real hip hop fans
That just miss how it used to feel
Before this radio shit
Check it

[Verse 1]
Yo
I'm looking for a place to chill
For a place to display my skills
For a place to build
To express how I feel inside
For a place to just vibe and rhyme
Kick back and relax
Till my tracks all maxin' rap
Without old folks callin' it crap
It's my pen and my pad
No (?) shit, politics in it, just spittin' in it
Bust rhythms gettin' love and respect
No checks, no rapping for sex
No crap about a jag or a lex
I'm not having it broke
I want a home where The Roots go platinum
Common is common in households and Mos Def ain't actin'
Tribe is back together, and Jam Master J stay rockin' his leather
Where the records get more played than CDs please
Ain't no super scientifical MC's
You gotta be real, gotta be ill with delivery
No mimicking nobody just writing the tightest symphony
Feeling me dawg? I wanna stay where the real emcees are
Where the illest beats are, fuck the industry, dawg
Where the backyards are shows, and hoes that just backup singers for pros
And my flows and tracks go together forever
Next to us and so
And four doors down, it's rock and roll
I wanna go