2YYY

2YYY is a community radio station which broadcasts on 92.3 MHz FM in Young, New South Wales. The station holds a long term community radio broadcasting licence and began broadcasting in September 2004.

History

2YYY was formed by a group of local people in Young which was headed by the former General Manager of 2LF and 93.9 Star FM, Graham McDonald. The station's office and studios were originally located in the old TAB building in Cloete Street and the transmitter is located on Reservoir Hill, on the Cowra Road.

In 2007, 2YYY applied to Australian Communications and Media Authority (ACMA) for a permanent community radio licence which ACMA did not allocate to the station on grounds that 2YYY provided "insufficient evidence that the proposed service would meet the existing and perceived future needs of the community". ACMA also found that 2YYY failed to encourage community participation and exceeded ACMA limits on broadcasting sponsorship announcements.

In 2008, Young and District Arts Council applied to ACMA for a community broadcasting license, whereupon ACMA tried to find agreement for bandwidth sharing with both 2YYY and the Arts Council, as they had failed to negotiate a mutually agreed time share arrangement. A proposed sharing arrangement by ACMA would see 2YYY broadcast for six months and the Arts Council acquiring the license for six months from 4 January.

YYY

YYY may refer to:

  • Yeah Yeah Yeahs, a band from New York
  • Mont-Joli Airport, in Canada (IATA code YYY)
  • The Yada Yada, an expression popularized on the TV series Seinfeld

  • Podcasts:

    PLAYLIST TIME:

    Steady Risin'

    by: Yo Yo

    [Chorus]
    I been on the low for a while, but now
    It's time to rise up, so open your eyes up
    And recognise the real, that's all up in your grill
    Yo Yo gots the flow, y'all niggas know the deal [x2]
    [Verse 1]
    It's a must that I thrush world plush a little lush money
    Green like sus-money, cream and takes the bus
    International connects, plus discuss the hush-hush
    West-side, Who Ride?, World-wide, Bomb-rush
    So what's the deal with all this 'keep it real' rapping
    I'm still flexing skills, collect my mill and keep stepping
    Pack a weapon close if I ghost a nigga then I'm Swayze
    Cause rapping pays me to live shady, wilin' crazy
    Just the killer Cali lady, snatch your fuckin lady
    If rappers be board, you niggas still couldn't play me
    So save the drama for your mommy and your poppy
    When I hit the track up a mad truck couldn't stop me
    To all you, Versace wearin' Donna Karen tricks
    Starin' all up in my grill, I'ma let you know the deal
    I'm still droppin' bombs like Sudam Husain
    Who-Bang, like Mack-10, sip gin and kick game
    [Chorus]
    [Verse 2]
    I've been on the low, but now it's time to show and prove
    Turn my dues to power moves, I got 'em winning never lose
    So whoever snooze, on the Y-O-Y-O better buy you
    A superior plot, I'm blowin' up the spot
    Hip-Hop's the mil-ticket, and I still kick it
    For my niggas in the hood, best believe it's all good
    My game is understood from LA to Amsterdam
    So I organise my fam' and rock the world like Pearl Jam
    This girl's a thriller, got more game than Shirl' Miller
    And as this world turns, my main concern is earnin' scrilla
    I'm realer than most don't test this west coast fever
    On your reciever, with more respect than Aretha
    Franklin, got mo' bankin', drudge and wheezy
    I'm movin on up so give it up this shit ain't easy
    But see I, step to my B I and be fly
    Like a sparrow, but their all stackin' up 'Genaro
    [Chorus]
    [Verse 3]
    You best rocognise game about the things that I told
    Everything that glitters an't gold, but this mic I hold
    Is worth about a million, really don't peep the flow
    I generate more pace than Wall Street when I blow
    You know this how we do, in killer Cali rule
    Mic check, one two, when the Yo be comin' through
    With the lyrical, verbal miracle, oh Jesus
    I say what I want and I do as I pleases
    For any nigga step in my direction and question
    My affection for this game that I be flexin'
    The same as chin-checkin, I'll be right there like demolition
    I'm on a mission, so just listen
    I'm spittin', the game related, that keep you faded
    Intoxicated, then your pocket get raided
    I made it, for them G's and Ladies
    Beneath the palm trees just shootin' the breeze
    [Chorus]
    That's the way, uh uh, we like it
    Bad as I wanna be, you don't wanna step to me
    That's the way, uh uh, we like it
    Steady Risin' to the top, movin' up another notch [x2]




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