Broadcasting ft. P.O.S. (lyrics)

Full song

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Broadcasting

Broadcasting

Papa ---- Papa

Romeo - Oscar
Oscar --  Sierra
Foxtrot

Papa ---- Papa

Romeo - Oscar
Oscar --  Sierra
Foxtrot

Papa ---- Papa

Romeo - Oscar
Oscar --  Sierra
Foxtrot

I am bigger than you've ever seen,
I am better than you've ever heard,
I could reinvent with every word.
Larger than life don't even make sense,
I am so far ahead I'm backwards, I am in past tense.
I am on overload, overdose,
I am on cruise control,
I could write an album under comatose.
I am unconscious yet so focused,
I'm ultimate high, I'll ride till I'm hopeless.
I know what I started and I don't plan on finishin'
Givin' in is the difference from wishin' it an livin' it.
So posers step off me,
I'll get ya paid off, cock metal, what it cost me.
I don't even hafta fight,
I'll let people I don't know whoop yo ass all night.
Turn on the radio, I got something to say -
Broadcasting a punch in the face.

Ah, east coast west coast,
Mid-west down south world wide.
South-side north-side,
Where the fuck you at?
Doomtree
Stophouse

I am bigger than you've ever seen,
I am louder than you've ever heard,
Letterhead be clever with the word.
Clever up the beef, eat,

Never sweat a nerd,
Haters are like birds, yeah,
Tweet tweetin' from the cheap seats.
Shit-shittin' on concrete, criterion raps,
Stimulus pack large, now pay it back.
You off ya crux fool,

You couldn't balance collaborations
With verses adjacent to beats by Mux Mool.
Success ooze from the sweat glands,
Rules for the next don't apply to P.O.S. man.
I'm livin' beyond the lines you sketch man,

I'm livin' between the lines of text, man,
Illegible hand, script.
Up here, hi, learn how to elevate,
Innovator laser-tongue, 

Assimilate to absolutly nothin, get it straight, 

I am a laser-guided hurricane,
Megaman's hand hot absolutely busting.

Ah, east coast west coast,
Mid-west down south world wide.
South-side north-side,
Where the fuck you at?
Doomtree
Stophouse

Critical digital,
Launch pad with the padlock, 

Hazmat launch code numerals.

Stop or it's your funeral,

Watch a couple of bosses rock your cubicle,
Watch how me and Prof spit chapters backwards.

I am an anthrax rapper,

I got a code that I suppose as so does Moses

That I live by and I master.

Yeah rap blaster stone-cold disaster
Cans filled with bass get cracked leave em plastered, damn.

I keep it cheap bitch,

I'm on another level.
Iron man launch punk, I keep it heavy metal.

I keep the belly settled, better full,
Hungry wolf tearing through whatever,

No piggy, just ripping never bull.

I let the Chevy pedal hit the floor, I never settle,
Burn the fuckin road up, I am on every channel.

I let the 9-5 honda civic slide right by,
Middle finger sky high spittin c-c-cyanide.