Chorus:
(Run) turn up your radio, (run) put your ear to the stereo, (run) make it urgent that you're gone fast, this is just a test of an emergency broadcast
It's an emergency, we certainly gone, cause they comin' while I'm drummin', turn your radio on, you can switch it from the AM to FM, I played them and left them sittin' on a corner with a broken tape recorder beggin' for a quarter and a couple dimes, more than a couple times I was doublin' they rhymes, double time on the high hat, sucka you can try that on, but you're lookin' so fresh buddy I'll be gone, ridin' leviathan so get to climbin' on, and we can take it and embank it on an island on the south sea, cause they doubt we know the escape, you wanna bust man, I just made a pause dub tape, where Play Doug H works them ton weights and one waits an hour just to see who's next, so who's next sucka flex, if you want it you can bring, and I'll repeat the broadcast so y'all just sing it, everybody...
People better sprint, gotta squint in the sunlight, there's one right way, and I might stray, but makin' sure that I come back, rockin' on the drum track, never with a one-track mind, I don't mind the latest technique but the greatest last week left your whole crew weak, who speak the unique, you seek the same thing as the next, I'm wringin' the necks of song concepts while they busy only singin' about sex, I love a big butt too, but could never run through 80 songs of the wrongs I wanna see one do, so 1 2 check it out and 30 more cliches and I'll get stuck inside your head for like the next 3 days, you better run cause the sun only got so much life in it, gonna quit it when the Most High touch, and call this whole thing off, so you better stay prepared, cause the time is comin' sooner than you think with nowhere you can...
