Radio Pollution - RYU, Ryu feat. Gravity Christ, Divine Styler

Hey you, out there beyond the wall

Breaking bottles in the hall

Can you help me?

Lizard king

My DNA symmetry… perfect

Humans are worthless

Exit my planet you serve as no purpose

Yes.

The rhythm, the rebel, the slave race

For conductive metals you in the same place

I exist on a plane where I change shapes

A subconscious level

You wanna bang

I can change your brain to a blank tape

BASF, yeah

I can easily erase that

Your insane is my normal

Wanna see where we live?

My Jacuzzi’s a portal

Yo, this The Pursuit of Happyness

Without the bathroom scene

I put my prose in these hoes, paragraphs so clean

I had intercourse with yo momma, motherfucker for real

A literary missile merchant, you can get a good deal

We move the ball against the odds, disregarding the chain

Pushing dope so potent, you can’t take it in vein

I got a clan of wild animals, we all alpha

We keep a tab at the bar, but I’m a jaw tapper

I introduce them to my face and I can’t feel it no more

Streaming Farrakhan in my beats, my race is at war

Plus I’m never getting stuck, I’m going out in a blaze

I’m here for profit like I’m Moses, burning bush in a maze

My staff is official and my group is the same

I man a scope and take 'em shots, I never fuck with my aim

I’m laid back in the cut overlooking my kills

Riding shotty in a hearse with Divine at the wheel

Swerve the turn, centripetal, breaking the clutch down

Exert the equilateral latitude on my comedown

Pull up on your planet with a track in your body

Man, I’m a first born immortal, now I’ll make it predominant

Shoot a banana at your hominid, make it pathology

I’m a fly beta tachyon, light up your bodily

Physical graffiti, your geometry’s wobbly

Your biology’s on sale to an alien colony

Super heavy heater extra, ever ready very steady gun metal

with the legendary

Divine Styles of Beyond, the minds of earthlings

Father of electrons, files and word bean

Alphabetical, medical, flow letter word picks

Movin' to your membrane, my curve game

Shape is like a tetragram, atomical white cape

Flowing off the back of my mechanical v-vertebrae

Hey you, out there beyond the wall

Breaking bottles in the hall

Can you help me?

Probably not

Kamikaze shots for cosmonauts

It’s three like the stripes on my Adidas

A ladi dadi

Pot, hops and barley

We like to party

Bitch.

I’m Chris Farley ripped

Bob Marley spliffs

Spaceships with Atari sticks

Talk shhh with they mouth they beg from

Claiming that they hungry so I throw 'em some breadcrumbs

It’s redrum, come and get some

I got enough of it to go around

Kick the door down and let the ruckus in

Nothing but the rugged shit

Live from the mothership

Get the mic so hot I gotta rock an oven mitt

I swear to god I’mma burst under pressure

Don’t test me they’ll find you in a hole in the desert

Take your soul on a record

There’s no controlling my temper

The cops looking for a skull with a hole in the center

I’m the final solution, a maniacal nuisance

Ryu, I’ll eradicate the radio pollution

Ain’t it funky