Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Not for Radio’ by 070 Shake. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of 070 Shake or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
Escobar season begins
Black Kemet gods, black Egyptian gods
Summoned from heaven, blessed, dressed in only Goyard
Homie go hard like stole and rob it in a stolen car
Shoot the ballot box, no voter cards, they all are frauds
Senegal’s finest, minerals, diamonds
The earth is cursed but I survive many climates
Calm and thoroughly, they try to Hyman Roth me
John Fitzgerald me, the industry never bought me
Fear will make you reveal who you really are
Feel me y’all? Be solid, your foes hold you in ill regard
This ain’t knowledge, this is not intense
For honored men, women too
Us who can see the same thing but have a different view
All is somethin’, frontin’, niggas knew you from your past
Got all kinds of guys sayin’ we go way back
And who y’all comparing me to is nonsense
Show gratitude in the presence of dominance
I think they scared of us, yeah
I think they scared of us
I think they scared of us, yeah
I think they scared
To Catholics, Moors and Masons
John Hanson was not the first black pres to make it
Abe Lincoln did not free the enslaved
Progress was made ’cause we forced the proclamation
SWAT was created to stop the Panthers
Glocks were created for murder enhancement
For hunting men, circumstances
Edgar Hoover was black
Willie Lynch was a myth, Colombians created crack
The government made stacks
Reagan had Alzheimer’s, that’s true
Fox News was started by a black dude, also true
Convinced my experiences were meant to be
Helps me navigate as they validate theyy treachery
Felt established, fake as he smile, handshake questionable
“Am I good?” he ask, thinkin’, “But is he testin’ you?”
In my hood, fear does a few things
Make you pussy, make you snitch
Make irrational moves or even turn you to food
I think they scared of us, yeah
I think they scared of us
I think they scared of us, yeah
I think they scared
I think they scared of us, yeah
I think they scared of us
I think they scared of us, yeah
I think they scared