Hey, Mr. Corporate Radio Hey, you know it's kinda hard for you to understand No, we don't wear no tie-dye hair No, we ain't in some new wave thing Hey, Mr. Corporate Radio Hey, you know it's kinda hard for you to understand Why you wanna go and censor everything? Why you always playin' out the latest facts? Why you always playin' out that watered-down bull***? Why you tryna save your job and tryna get your duck sick? I ain't really hearin' it, the Top 40 pop *** Same song after song, fillin' up your playlist Listen to the radio, you don't really have a choice Three corporations ownin' every station Every voice on constant rotation Some teachers ain't breakin' records, they ain't even playin' records Think about it for a second Playin' out the weather, it's the highest form of censorship MCC got your nuts in a tight vice grip And I'm just laughin' cause I ain't tryin' to play that game Sub-zero is underground, doin' things our own way Hey, Mr. Corporate Radio Hey, you know it's kinda hard for you to understand No, we don't wear no tie-dye pants No, we ain't been some new-wave band Hey, Mr. Corporate Radio Hey, you know it's kinda hard for you to understand Why you wanna go and censor everything? Why you always playin' out the latest facts? Hey, Mr. Radio DJ, DJ Why you gotta play what they say, don't you think? You should play what you wanna hear, not who pays Be a real DJ, not a puppet on some strings Play that underground *** that make your blood boil A universal sound, been all around the world Cottonmouth Kings with they suburban noise tribe, y'all Make the kinda sound so the people they can vibe, y'all We ain't for tickin' and tackin', just feel the stations be slackin' Originality lackin', so many fakes out there rappin' Too many people followin' the trends Here today, gone tomorrow, that's just how your story ends Hey, Mr. Corporate Radio Hey, you know it's kinda hard for you to understand No, we don't wear no tie-dye pants No, we ain't been some new-wave band Hey, Mr. Corporate Radio Hey, you know it's kinda hard for you to understand Why you wanna go and censor everything? Why you always playin' out the latest facts? Once the feeling is trouble Don't you understand when you're lost in your head And no one's in a position of trouble That's why for the underground to live on and on and on Uh-huh, yeah We got it locked down, smashed down The underground be bubblin' and bobblin' from the uncut raw Dope sound from the compound, hit em in the jaw Keep it rough, rugged and law Puttin' it down for these clowns, got no time to stall Keep givin' em what they want, give the radio what they need Smoke this bomb ass weed and keep it so groovin' Stay true to yourself and play the music you wanna hear When I was on your show Hey, Mr. Corporate Radio Hey, you know it's kinda hard for you to understand No, we don't wear no tight-top pants No, we ain't playin' some new-wave band Hey, Mr. Corporate Radio Hey, you know it's kinda hard for you to understand Why you wanna go and censor everything? Why you always playin' out the latest facts? I'm still feelin' it and it's rubbin' Don't you understand when you know something ain't right? When I was in that position, it's rubbin' Messed up from the underground to the underground *