No Radio - Royce 5'9

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

Shit --- This cross is so foul think I’mma 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 asking 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 passion in the back yard flipping on a mattress splashing

in the rain

Who happened to make it international

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 into some kind of capital gain

I ain’t never asked for fame

I know niggas who rap who ain’t rapping cause they chasing 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 knowing I’ll whoop all their asses

In any and all weight classes

I know fasho in my heart I already coordinate classics

I just need y’all to correlate that wit

Y’all settling for these throwaway corny swore away rappers

Is like putting cat shit 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

I’d 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 got 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 signed with a million

dollars

You looking 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 dope

Just because I’m kind of popular what ya tryin to bother me for?

I ain’t never came out and bothered none of y’all when ya’ll was partying with

the Migos

I ain’t gotta politic bitch — I’m a black star Ali Kweli Mos

I’m a King Tech and Sway alumni nigga, Stretch and Bobbito

Shout to Peter Rosenberg, shout my nigga Ebro

Shout my nigga C tha God, shout to Yee tho

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 ki of coke

Nah, I’d rather let Slim Jesus baptize my kids in a synagogue while I’m

swinging in my vehicle

Look my pedigree has officially been elevated to best flow-er

That the mean I gotta step down in order to give a mortal direct orders

I speak to the culture like Hova does

Y’all beef and squash beef and then address make up

Y’all speak to the culture like Boy George and Culture Club

But y’all keeping 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

PRhyme is something you can thank me and Heron for

Bad Meets Evil is something you can thank me, P and Denaun for

Bar Exam is me saying thank you for being down for us

I’m slam dunking that Book of Ryan my nigga, encore

Me and Key Wane got something coming soon, it’s a mind blower

The Lord looking down on me like shine boy