The Land of Make Believe With Old Man Ratchet
Aug 16, 2026 · 1 hr · 10 segments
This is the first hour of The Land of Make Believe with Old Man Ratchet that aired on Saturday August 15th, 2026 from 8 to 9 pm (est) on WOZO-LP 103.9 FM Knoxville, TN and streamed online at…
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You are listening to The Land of Make-Believe with
Old Man Ratchet.
Ratchet.
Ratchet.
I got
so
much trouble on my mind, refuse to lose, here's your ticket, hear the drummer get wicked, the crew to you to push the back, the black attack, so I sack and jab and slap the mac, now I'm ready to market.
The way I'm livin' for givin' what I'm givin' up.
Well, welcome to the pterodome.
Yo, yo, who put this thing together, huh? Me, me, that's who.
Who I trust, who I trust.
Me, me,
that's who.
Who you trust, man.
Supporting terror, kicking off an era.
For delivering pain.
My 98 was 87 on the record, yo.
So now I go bronco.
Oh, just the other you.
Crucifixion ain't no fiction.
Some call chosen frozen.
Apology made to whoever pleases.
Still they got me like Jesus.
I'd rather sing free, think reminisce.
Bow to brother while I'm in sync.
Every brother ain't a brother.
Cause of college isn't Sad to say I got sold down the river.
Still some quiver when I deliver.
Never to say I never knew or had a clue.
Word was heard plus hard on the boulevard.
Lies, standard lies, invasions.
A rope, a dope, the evil.
We're right to bobbing and weaving.
And let the good get even.
Come on down.
But welcome to the pterodome.
Yo, B-E-19-I-E-N-O-L-A-O-L-A-L-A.
He can blame somebody else when you destroy yourself.
First, nothing worse than the mother's pain of a son slain in business.
Can't wait for the state to sign the faith, so this jam I dedicate.
Places with the racist faces, sample one of many places.
Week, week, in, speak, I speak from a lesson learned in Virginia.
I don't smile in a line of fire, go wilding, but it's on bass and drums, even violins.
What you do, get your head ready, instead of hitting.
down on the pad.
Give you something that you never had.
Controlling.
Fear of high rolling.
Never allowed.
Kicking it loud.
Dropping a bomb.
Brain game.
Intellectual being.
Now move as a team.
Never move alone.
Well, welcome to the Terror Dome.
Yo,
look at you.
Look at you now.
You ain't wanted to listen to me.
Now look at you.
Dilly doo doo.
Dilly doo doo.
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Streaming online at wozoradio.com. Knoxville Community Radio, the people's radio.
You are listening to The Land of Make-Believe with
Old Man Ratchet.
Ratchet.
Ratchet.
I got
so
much trouble on my mind, refuse to lose, here's your ticket, hear the drummer get wicked, the crew to you to push the back, the black attack, so I sack and jab and slap the mac, now I'm ready to market.
The way I'm livin' for givin' what I'm givin' up.
Well, welcome to the pterodome.
Yo, yo, who put this thing together, huh? Me, me, that's who.
Who I trust, who I trust.
Me, me,
that's who.
Who you trust, man.
Supporting terror, kicking off an era.
For delivering pain.
My 98 was 87 on the record, yo.
So now I go bronco.
Oh, just the other you.
Crucifixion ain't no fiction.
Some call chosen frozen.
Apology made to whoever pleases.
Still they got me like Jesus.
I'd rather sing free, think reminisce.
Bow to brother while I'm in sync.
Every brother ain't a brother.
Cause of college isn't Sad to say I got sold down the river.
Still some quiver when I deliver.
Never to say I never knew or had a clue.
Word was heard plus hard on the boulevard.
Lies, standard lies, invasions.
A rope, a dope, the evil.
We're right to bobbing and weaving.
And let the good get even.
Come on down.
But welcome to the pterodome.
Yo, B-E-19-I-E-N-O-L-A-O-L-A-L-A.
He can blame somebody else when you destroy yourself.
First, nothing worse than the mother's pain of a son slain in business.
Can't wait for the state to sign the faith, so this jam I dedicate.
Places with the racist faces, sample one of many places.
Week, week, in, speak, I speak from a lesson learned in Virginia.
I don't smile in a line of fire, go wilding, but it's on bass and drums, even violins.
What you do, get your head ready, instead of hitting.
down on the pad.
Give you something that you never had.
Controlling.
Fear of high rolling.
Never allowed.
Kicking it loud.
Dropping a bomb.
Brain game.
Intellectual being.
Now move as a team.
Never move alone.
Well, welcome to the Terror Dome.
Yo,
look at you.
Look at you now.
You ain't wanted to listen to me.
Now look at you.
Dilly doo doo.
Dilly doo doo.
