stream this song | back to album page | back to homepage | buy this album on itunes | watch the ASL video! Radio Track 13 from "My God!" by proGrammar As you're turning the dial, your mouth'll turn into a smile when you land upon this shit; the motherfucking hit! "This is my jam," you say softly to no one in particular as you whip the vehicular. Turn up the articular Grammar + do some damage to your tympanic membrane. It's nothing you can't sustain, and never mind the pain in your neck. Nod your head to this, fuck Will Smith. I liked him better as the Fresh Prince when I was too much of a wimp to dig Eazy-E. I'm just kidding, he was my negro... back in the day when his desires were my equal: to hear his flows flowin' out the ride flowing by. Yo, I still maintain that dream but it don't mean as much to me as it did back then, 'cause station heads is on crack, man. And my patience was crackin', my sanity as well. I had to focus on means + not ends or risk sending myself to H-E-double-hockey-sticks, + fawk that shit! "Yo, we'd really love to play you." I know that's true. "But, you just don't fit our format." I know that too, But whether rocked on your box by disc or disc jocks, the point is that my jams are like life: this shit knocks! "We'd really love to play you." I know that's true. "But, you just don't fit our format." I know that too, But, whether rocked on your box by disc or disc jocks, the point is that my jams are off the motherfucking heezy. Doubt me, you'll only please me. Nobody need believe me. J ust leave me alone when in the zone + then you'll see me 3 months later with another crater full of sheezy. I'll have grown much greater, then all you haters can do is appease me by leaving me the keys to your frequencies. Then I'll cancel all your ads + play myself more frequently than the corny shit in hot rotation on K-U-_-_. I'm afraid I can't say the name, cause, yo, I don't speak the name of the devil. But the local kids in the 206 oughta know now I'm on the level. I used to go there... and jock those jocks heavily, 'til I found out those dudes were cocks steadily. Back then they rocked Vanilla Ice insteada me. Watch somebody tell 'em I'm cool, they'll be giving head to me, saying, "We'd really love to play you." I know that's true. "But, you just don't fit our format." I know that too, But whether rocked on your box by disc or disc jocks, the point is that my jams are like life: this shit knocks! "We'd really love to play you." I know that's true. "But, you just don't fit our format." I know that too, But whether rocked on your box by disc or disc jocks, the point is that my jams are like life: this bitch knocks! stream this song | back to album page | back to homepage | buy this album on itunes | watch the ASL video!