Public Enemy - There'S A Poison Goin' On (1999) by Public Enemy (보컬) on maniadb.com

Now what sound of my DJ cuts
Terminator's back on some ol' fools track
Takes a nation of sellouts to keep us back
Flippin disco raps used to be whack
Now what you hear is what you lack
Take a lil bit of this a lil bit of dat
Who dropped the bomb on hip hop
Who got biggie and who shot tupac
What's forgot / ain't no eazy, no scott larock
Now what's rap gotta do wit what you got
For whom the bell tolls
Is that the way the story goes
85% believing all the videos
God knows / who controls the radios
Some people chose the road to be hoes
And so i rose / in the middle of all the woes
And def jam / negroes turnin up their nose
There's one way in no way out
No doubt the body count
Gettin headz checkin out

Do you wanna go our way
This the way we puttin this down
Do you wanna go our way
This the way we puttin this down
Do you wanna go our way
This the way we puttin this down
Do you wanna go our way
This the way we puttin this down

Time to make life shine again like glass
Gotta make it shine like glass

Outraged against the scene
Proofread the script
Flipped it back so i'm back in gang green
We interrupt this routine i had a dream
Da clean protein smacked the gangsta lean
Between the triple team
Wiped em out like a drought
Damn i'm raps tetracycline
Them lips foretold these apocalypse
Everything had a shot
And got hit wit bullshit
Twisted politics tricks i couldn't get wit
As one quits another nitwit hits
All the way crazy, shady
World turned upside down
I put it down
Why destroy what you love
Look around
Surrounded by chalk marks on the ground
Where the lost got found
Why it all come tumblin down
Why he and she gotta die
Now how dat sound

Do you wanna go our way
This the way we puttin this down
Do you wanna go our way
This the way we puttin this down
Do you wanna go our way
This the way we puttin this down
Do you wanna go our way
This the way we puttin this down

On & on to the break a dawn
Some the 100 meter dash i'm the marathon
Been around a long time
But the rhyme the same
Sound remains insane
Exchange the reign
Ain't that somethin
Figure i smashed the pumpkin
So i parallel the brains of cobain
Show no shame like the pain of kane
Gettin madd opposition hip to the game
It's that gran ol' pe ammo
Different time different channel
Funky piano
Here to witness get on up with a quickness
S1's in the house
Wit the thickness that get dis
1 2 3 4 5 attackin they frat
Griff is back got 5 on it black
The track got x on the decks
Terminators back cause a dat is whack
On the 1 and 2
Yeah go flavor
Pe hit the road gettin set to explode
Fight the power for peace
Can't forget the war mode
Overload
There she blows
Here we go
Now you know
Damn another alamo

Do you wanna go our way
This the way we puttin this down
Do you wanna go our way
This the way we puttin this down
Do you wanna go our way
This the way we puttin this down
Do you wanna go our way
This the way we puttin this down

Told ya buffalo soldier
Fell to the ground like folgers
Couldn't hold the boulder
Fancy dancer paralyzed for an answer

In the hip hop game but the rap got cancer
Tumors poppin' from the middle of rumors
Generation X be the end of baby boomers
Is the next generation headed for doom

Control the soul and you got a got a
Truck fulla fertilizer blowin' up the spot
Think it's terrorism the borderline's hot
Check the passports tap the telephone

Surprise they home grown
And one of your fuckin' own
It's dat same ol' shit, dat same ol' game
From that same ol' gang up to that same ol' thing

Now what I see say you know me
I pour a metaphor of LSD

I don't know what y'all thinkin' about
But if you know like I know
You better strap on your seatbelt
'Cause you in for a long ride

Now I be damn I been a man
Figure I never call myself a nigger to get Benjamin
What's love got to do wit what you got
Not a whole lot, no forgot oh this shit is hot

Spendin' all the cheddar for clothes
Wit a sign foreclosed on the front mud
Lost in dominoes

Now the heads tell tales how the dead bled and fled
Now they livin' up in the bed
Instead they seize us like Jesus
Married to the mob did a sloppy job in Hempstead

Lord had mercy wanna curse me
New world order got my ass drownin' in the water
Now what you stuck to the west
That funk to the east is phat, ATL be krunk dirty south

Thirty thou crankin' trunks
Try to pass the test but to the rest they flunk
Now what be indebted, better get over it
Those times and raps ain't never comin' back

No future without a pass, I kick ass
Rock the sox off a Pandora's box
Is it any wonder why the clocks flavor got?
Between rehearsin' a verse my jaw lox

I set the bomb between the R and B scene
Go against the grain run up on the train
And so I parallel the brains of Cobain
As hip hop brain made 'em spill the champagne

Make it plain the sound remains insane
Come the same no holes closin' up the lane
Don't ask no questions on the simple level
Can the magic get Shaq back, Knicks get Van exel

Bold rap lyrics fuck whatcha heard
Not no lost and found nouns or half ass words
Turnaround funk power moves ruffs
I ain't never been cuckoo for no coco puffs

LSD, set it free make 'em see the tricks
Rather try at 37 than die at 26

Lawyers no loyalties accountants no royalties
Lie for a lie, I look 'em in the eye
History speaking lawyers should die
Kissed the companies and made them all cry

A new rap song and a real drive by
Why o why did the video die
The narcs and the feds got the pimp niggas 'fraid
Threat of the aids got the bitches afraid

The goddamn white man got you afraid
Social service got your mama afraid
Scared of the fact before a niggas black
Some of you say nigga before you say crack

You got no back is what you lack
Just say black and I'll see where your ass is at

Here i go, i don쨔t give a damn if you wit me
Stupidity, shit i쨔m the reverse of jiggy
All that prettiness running on empty
Only wusses need pity, no i ain쨔t from the city
5 minutes of fame if you don쨔t know my name
Oh yeah, i쨔m that field nigga they all fear
Here쨔s a madd salute to all my troops
Fuck a lawyer and the law and all them suits
I spits and i vomit cause i come like a comet
Better quit it if y'all don쨔t know what y'all gettin from it
Just forget it if you wit it, that racket runnin it
Come on come with it, i think i쨔ll fit it
Go to war but what the hell i쨔m fightin for
As i soar yeah baby i like it raw
No cigar, i ran over the pop star wit my car,
Again and may the best jam win...

Here i go - there you go

Bingo, it don쨔t matter if this platter쨔s a single
Needin needles like the beatles needin ringo
From the beginnin i told you how to see through the linen
All that talk but that쨔s the way
The side walks in new york
I simplify cause you might be high
Rip shit in the pit so what you don쨔t like it
This is man shit a hip hop trip
On that aggressive tip but rap got pussy whipped
Got out psyched down on that turnpike
I knew this philly who just wouldn쨔t get right
Cause i was aware as a square in delaware
Execs writing checks for sex in spandex
Radios gettin sucked by labels under the table
Mix dj쨔s gettin overpaid for airplay
Try to shut me down like ray, what i say?
Fuck your friends and may the best jam win

Here i go - there you go

Mirror mirror i쨔m finger pointin at the man
It is i, i interrupt the program
Chuck d rubberneckin with the fans
Pe don쨔t give a damn about uncle sam
And on and on like i said before
Some, the 100 meter dash, i쨔m the marathon
Against the grain comin like a train
As you listen to the sounds that remains insane
One on one and it쨔s just begun
To get out the ghetto and get something done
To be the man you gotta beat the man
Don쨔t confuse me with being dumb or bubble gum
And i쨔ll be here as you disappear
And i쨔ll be around amongst the crowd
Cause anything i wear is a step on down
That쨔s how i쨔ve always been
And may the best jam win...

짤1999 Suburban Funk, Inc.

I come out my crib
Walk out on the block it¹s hot
Yo there¹s a black car parked on the corner hot boys
Tnt be creepin, while niggas be on the side
Of the soda machine sleeping
Word up kid, they seen what you did
In the car parked way down the block with binoculars
That¹s what they got.
Helicopters parked out on the roof
10,000 disposable cameras taking pictures for proof
You know what this is
That all y'all, get on the wall y'all
Take your worth out ya ass in the stall y'all
Or you take a mean bad fall y'all
Tnt they be playin for keeps
Wipe you off your teeth like cavity creep.

Word is born, your kids miss you when your gone
But life still goes on, you think they give a fuck?

Yo it¹s hot, what they got, 41 shots

Bad boys bad boys what ya gonna do
If you get caught by our muthafuckin crew
Shot 41 only hit 19
They need target practice, that¹s what it seems to me
Ally al is sharpton dan a tack
I¹ma be like ally al and fight ya back
What, do you want to go to war, you want war?
Do you want to go to war, you want war?
I¹ll bury all you cocka la roaches for breakfast
Shit you out and throw you in the water for the next fish
Cuz i can do that shit g
F-l-a-v-o-r f-l-a-v see.
To the highest degree times 3
That¹s what you get fuckin with my family

Word is born, your kids miss you when your gone
But life still goes on, you think they give a fuck?

Yo it¹s hot, what they got, 41 shots

Shootin at oj
Don¹t know if he did it
Racist mutherfuckers mad cause they ain¹t with it
The police get out the car searchin for nuthin
If you got sumthin, then they got you for sumthin
That¹s fucked up, the way they play dirty
Lock em up in jail until he¹s past thirty
They don¹t give a fuck about you
They don¹t give a fuck about me
I¹m past thirty three
Word is born, born is my word
I got you before my word fails
Fuck whatcha heard
I keep it real, you never catch me fakin
When it comes down to money that¹s what i¹m making
Don¹t try and take my shit yo, i know lex yo
I¹ll have a fit yo
I¹ll turn the whole mutherfuckin block on you yo
And that leaves you with nowhere to go
Secretly by the police you was hired
You my favorite customer i didn¹t know you was wired
A nik on the ground, covered by my feet
Ay yo rah get the heat

Word is born, your kids miss you when your gone
But life still goes on, you think they give a fuck?

Yo it¹s hot, what they got, 41 shots

People runnin' on empty, rock the sympte
Outside 2001, other side of the sun

Running, here we go tumblin', few solutions
Honey, they polluted the future, got me thinking of a new thing
Revolverlution, computer souls, controlled by confusion
You be clubbin' while the world around you crumblin'
Think it's funny? Bunch of crash test dummies

If all this shit means the end of my money
This is a stick up, off go the pagers and cellys
US Dollar, ain't worth what it's printed on
Backed by the Pentagon, sounds like Babylon

So I babble on, some of us stuck
In them barbershops and them hair salons
While the crash comin' at your ass
While the crash comin' at your ass like a bomb

Now it all comes tumblin', runnin'
Time is runnin', runnin' crash is coming
Break the bank, spinning since the beginning
Now it all comes tumblin', crumblin'
Time is runnin', runnin' crash is coming
Break the bank, spinning since the beginning

Willie dynamite, time to cry and no ice
Y2K, fallin' out of the sky, so it's chosen
Your ice is frozen, don't cry, dry your eye
Ain't this a bitch, fuckin' glitch. mother fucker what
The count down to my account, count it down
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, hush make that head bust

Last hour no control tower
Making new may flowers, fightin' new powers
Have you forgotten the other side of rotten
Picking electronic cotin' diggin' digital ditches
Lookout, lookout for the crash, crash, crash
Have you forgotten, have you forgotten

Y2K, that's the question
What the fuck is up got the 85 guessin'?
I told y'all for y'all protection, got me a name change
A pair of smith an wessuns, starring crescents
Mad packed with the lessons, figure 5 percent
Got the 10 counting blessings

Programmed by programs got you bowing to the man
Avoid collisions in mid air, medic aid and welfare
Zero, zero, what the fuck do you care?
All the lights be out, you can't get nowhere
All around, that's why I found Tony Brown
The world we know, it's going down, down, down, down

Stax of wax 55 high fulla tracks
New cats jackin' beats from way back
Pay for play only way to get them platinum plaques
Clear the racks jobbers slobbin' you for tax

Robbery and snobbery
Shit is killin' me softly wit that same damn song
Makin' folk dumber in the summer
A bummer when they shot willie in that hummer

Keep it simple stupid means numbers
Payola dough white owned black radio
Runnin' on empty help go the desperado

So I bomb the toms and negros who pray to cash flow
No info to the masses as they shake their asses
No clue but I can't get my shit up in to you

Crayola with that same same ol shit
Crayola with that played playa shit
Crayola with that kid crayon shit
Crayola with them ol spray on hits

All fucked up ways must fall
Now the industry can't stop me
A vendetta to make the whole game better
They get the cheddar all I got is a fuckin' letter

What I owe? What am I
Another number and a ho, they don't know
Time to see 'em go like dominoes
About time 'cause they endorsed the crime up in the rhyme

Got these new souls controlled goin' outta their mind
Missed what I said 'cause they don't even own their own heads
Go one go all I forgot they made robots outta some of ya'll
Today all fucked up ways must fall

Today is up against the wall
Misled in the head fucked by quiet storms and love songs
Noddin' heads too hollow forgotten tomorrow
Swallowing all that shit that's shallow

Give the baby anything the baby wants
But that's how them bastards get us up in them caskets
Try to get me where they want me
Before some of them jump me

Go tell 'em I'm a start a rebellion
Educate the felons easy on, yeah
Tell 'em what the fuck am I yellin'
No tellin' you got them artists and artificials

If it ain't right I don't give a damn if it's sellin'
Recruits chasin' and racin' for that loot
Usin' usual drum loops so I salute my troops
I don't socialize or mingle, fuck the promotionals

And you know what and that g-damn single
And the marketing team for that matter
It don't matter DJ's gettin' dimes for time on a platter
I ain't gotta be high to jack so I hijack

FM radio EFF 'em turn it around muthafucka
Gods to niggas, queens to bitches
Race against time see 'em all runnin' for the riches
Everything had its chance last dance

Some things change like them weather forecasts
Ha funny how shit don't last

Crayola with that same same ol shit
Crayola with that played playa shit
Crayola with that kid crayon shit
Crayola with them ol spray on hits

First the sheep next the shepherd
Chuck¹s run amok multiplying like leopards
Spots em up the long bombs a record
A long shot / 3 minutes 15 seconds
If i was cloned never would i be alone
Just the two of us mutherfuck the lexus
Strange fruit be hangin in texas
Rope be holdin the necks
Poison politics affects us
Get my flow on a show of flexes
Got too much love above
For the battle of the sexes
Now i won¹t go as far as romancin myself
Or dancin with wolves or runnin wit the bulls
Shit i be in two places at one time
Split spaces wit one rhyme
Get 3 nickels outta one dime

First the sheep next the shepherd

Fill generation gaps wit mad raps
Get slapped
Give four smacks the hell on back
Be the father son and the holy ghost
As i represent both the east and the west coasts
Whatever that¹s worth 360
The planet earth that¹s the whole black man¹s turf
Now i be the rational national
Ever present international
Spy wit the third eye against the conquer and divide
Now wit three of me i can run a country
Make apocalypse quit do mad shit on the side
I go on wit my bad self if i had four of myself
I would sacrifice two to get that slave outta you
In my eyes be the anger of the furious five
Flashbacks cut across psycho tracks
Been there done that and i swung a big bat
Like that there it is i be the startin six pack

First the sheep next the shepherd

The east to the west south to the north
The music might switch the rhymes never fall off
Non alcoholic avoiding the bomb
In abortion clinics i be the hero up in it
Jack the cracker dat did it
Now the magnificent 7
Hip hop gangsta rappin
Holdin it down makin it happen
From oakland to manhattan
If i was eight / i be damn great
City to city / state to state
Won¹t never be too much on my plate
Flow like watergate
Wit nine of mine
I¹d get piece of mine
Again and again
Wit that power of ten men
Duplicated by the split
Of one mean gene an shit
Back to the lab
Wit them scientific crabs, what next?
3 minutes and 15 seconds

Behold The Whole Planet
Upside Down I Put It Down
Shuttin Down Disco Clowns
I Get Around
This Rap Game's Like A Sport
Been Thru 2 Passports
Ass Stay Up In Airports
Black Man Still Gettin No Support
Compensation We Ain't Seein
Split By Europeans
Damn Treated Less Than Human Beings
No Matter
Africa, Brazil, East St. Louis Or The Caribbean
Traveled The 7 Seas
Rocked Many Races
Spread The Cash Cleaned Trash
In A Lotta Low Places

Seen The Look Of Love On Many Madd Faces
When I Rhymed About The Time
And Not The Paper Chases
People All Over The World Given Madd Respect
When I Identified Who The Government Wrekked
What's The Soundscan
Ask The Company Rep
They Don't Care
They Just About Keepin Their Checks

Round and Round And Round We Go
Where The Worlds Headed Nobody Knows

Hear The Crime Rhyme Created A Lotta Robots


Can The Real Lyric Fix The Shit That The Time Forgot
Loops Gotcha Brain Gettin Locked
Loaded Up Wit Words That Never Meant Alot
And You Can't Call The Cops
And Yall Don't Really Know
And Yall Don't Hear Me Through
Takes A Nation Of Big Brains
To Break Up That Flow
And The Game Ain't Changed
But The Heads Be Rearranged
In Danger
My Language Is Rappin In Anger
I Be Bangin So I Point My Finger
While We Sleep
Racists Set Us Up Like Sheep
Every Time I Go Someplace
Slaves Up In My Face
Black People In A Plantation State
No Control Of Soul
Wouldn't Know Our Fate
Now Am I Wrong To Hate Hate
38 Countries 51 States Now You Tell Me
Who In The World Gonna Compensate
100 Million Lost Make A Nigga Wait
Gotta Beg The Queen To Get Food On Our Plate

Round and Round And Round We Go
Where The Worlds Headed Nobody Knows

Madd topics, no you can't stop it
Like how much they paid for that rocket?
People in the hood really ain't got shit
How much got spent by the President?

Where my money went? Livin' here separate
Even heads gotta nerve yellin' represent
Beat down cribs funky ghetto adlibs
Gadgets, value jets, half lit cigarettes, city limits

Put my whole soul in it
I been waitin' too long to get where I'm goin'
Hatas dissin' this flowin', thinkin' ball and rap
Is the greatest thing from blacks

Hype, watch a sucka run to it
Seems like a river runs through it
Simple to do it, pass the can around
Try to help one another

The pimp got tricks
That he learned from the other
Go by the color you'll discover
Damn everybody ain't no brother

Just when you thought it was safe
I'm dubbing madd breaks on ol' C.I.A. tapes
Ain't no stoppin' who in this country tis of you
It's monkey see monkey do

Now in the age of followin' the celebrity rage
A 12 gauge flipped the whole page
The score lopsided in a one sided war
Could be more than what you bargained for

Six-pack weasels pumped up by their own press releases
Till the capital ceases
Ain't no difference tween black and white
Except the green in between, yeah, right

Know, what I mean? Spook that sat by the sound
Black like James Brown, it's been goin' down
Spirit in your dark ass direction
Projection controls perception

Got you guessin' in the art of deception
Indexes confusin' Rolexes for Rolodexes
Another brother fried in Texas
Spent my best pay days hittin' off exec's
Turn it up, turn it up, turn it up

Analysis of the situations
Bringing forth alarming revelations
Cigars 100,000 dollar cars, what
Most of us do the laundry in the bus

Is we blessed 'cause fast foods processed
Will the last be first can the first be less?
Got no leverage
Madd thirst for the beverages

Now the funk got us dead 'n' drunk
Got your drink on but got no think on
Now you got beef, wanna knock out teeth
Against the land of the lost, gettin' tosses

6 daze a week of course to the bosses
Old timers preachin' as born again rhymers
In the school gotta walk men
Graduates can't talk, man

Lyin' between the chalk man
Shakin' that money maker
That MTV honey is a faker
Let ill and Al take her

Deaded borders separated by the waters
Stats and surveys be off like Saturdays
Madd killers reproducin' like caterpillars
What's on your mind on the welfare line?

Cuttin' Medicaid got us droppin' like flies
Words from the wise comin' from the dead
Not alive from Facundo Ariel L??쨀pez Trejo

I came from a place I forgot
I woke up in a parking lot
Far from a meal and a cot
On the corner

Where all the streets got the same name
Maybe my brains on the brink of insane
Pain between the papers while sleepin' on the train
This the land of milk and honey
Know what I'm sayin'

The invisible man times three black, down and out
Out standing on a corner no doubt
Now a nation of homeless sleepin' in bus stations
Another win for the pilgrims who said no more Haitians

As I proceed someone to feed me is what I need
Through three blocks of dealers tryin to hit me off wit weed
Avenue and boulevard hungry as a motherfucka
Hope to get a ride from a trucker
Everybody know I ain't no sucker
Everyone used to drop 30 at the rucker

Away from crazy kids in generation wrecked
Dissin' pyramids while praisin' projects
Walk past old folks gettin' no respect
Callin' young folks a bunch a no good rejects and I walk on

An eye for an eye I can't recognize the man in the mirror
Is it I, it is I now who this cat I'm lookin' at
'Cause I've been waiting so long to get where I'm goin'
An for an eye in this country tis of thee
Now how the hell can I be free
Who this cat I'm lookin' at
'Cause I been lost so long without anybody knowin'

So I move on and I walk on
Past the preachers and the pimps gettin' their talk on
Now why do home gotta be where the negative roam
To be or not to be so I roll alone
I'm trapped within this skin and these bones
Temporary kings on cellular phones

Can I last as I walk past
Cigarette billboards and malt liquor ads
Walkin' on broken bottles and potato chip bags
Everyone I see got the nerve to brag

Where they from what they got and don't own squat
Disrespect where they from and ya might get shot
Zombies askin' me what the latest bomb be
Should shot the fuckin' sheriff and the fuckin' deputy
For okay in the drug trade and lettin' it be
But I know prison for me is an industry so I walk

I heard the best things in life be free
Didn't god make the land the air we breathe
Not for the homeless don't give a damn about me
In the mirror somebody else is starin' at me

Maybe prison is the skin I'm within
All this time I been sufferin' can't fix it wit a bufferin'
Plus they said I'll never work in this town again
Damn so I keep on walkin'

An eye for an eye, I can't recognize the man in the mirror
Is it I, it is I now who this cat I'm lookin' at
'Cause I've been waiting so long to get where I'm goin'
An for an eye in this country tis of thee
Now how the hell can I be free
Who this cat I'm lookin' at
'Cause I been lost so long without anybody knowin'

Li'l day day is big day and just did time
Seen him standin' on the unemployment line
Which collided wit the line of the health clinic
I seen crazy Stacy her ass standin' up in it

No more welfare cut her Medicaid
Damn my mama used to do her braids
I keep walkin so they don't see me
But I doubt if they doin' any better than me

So I walk on never take the planet for granted
I paved the concrete, asphalt and granite
I walk past 3 brothers sittin' on the porch
Wit a yard of dirt and littered wit Newports

Talkin' how they comin' up while they sittin' on their ass
As I walk past em I'm a target of their laughs
And one said lets get 'em for his fuckin' stash
As I walked fast past the other yards wit grass
Had a li'l cash tried to make it last

From a few deals I made from cleanin' windshields
I ran like a rally they caught me in an alley
Can't get out the ghetto from New York to Cali
I thought I had nuthin' till I felt the knife
And now I ain't even got a life

When flav starts to get busy
Grabbin the mic and they say who is he
Cock deezal breakdown like bill bixbie
When I think, yo I think in 360
Gimme the mic an i??쨔ma solve all mystery
I dare any punk to try to step up and diss me
'cause when he do, that??쨔s when he kiss dee
Titles go by and my style is fly
One more time I came here to rhyme
Gimme the mic and i??쨔ma go for mine
So emcee??쨔s all a y'all shut up
When flavor??쨔s in the house we say

What what

Let flavor blow it up
And if your ready to rock this party tonight
Somebody say what what

Now when I do my flavor dance
All the ladies go crazy in a trance
Nonstop booy from the clock on my watch
I can bring it from the bottom and take it to the top
Let me rock, come on let me get wit it
When I tell you what to get, don??쨔t get offended
Gimme the mic and i??쨔ma bend it
Transmissions from the sky yo i??쨔ll send it
Times on my hands yo sometimes I lend it
Though i??쨔m spendin it for a fact
I??쨔ll make you say what what
Cause flave??쨔s back

What what



Let flavor blow it up
And if your ready to rock this party tonight
Somebody say what what

Now everybody listen to flav
If you don??쨔t listen to me you will end up in your grave
Most of these people??쨔s rhymes is whack
But I got a bunch of rhymes in my napsack
Walk on my back with the black hat
Got the rhymes to come on the attack
Can??쨔t you tell that i??쨔m really good lookin
They know me from miami, california
Back to brooklyn
Even in spain they knew flavor??쨔s name
In japan they know i??쨔m nice in the game
We maintain yo brothers feel the vibe
We did the first album and it came out fly
And don??쨔t ask why you won??쨔t understand
Styles we got millions of fans
So come on get down like this what??쨔s up
When flavor grab the mic
I will rip your butt

What what

Let flavor blow it up
And if your ready to rock this party tonight
Somebody say what what

Start a war on the poor gettin mad donations
Takin cheese out of poor nations
Got haitians still on sugar plantations
Wiped em out called it exotic vacations.
As you dig it they set up regulations
Turn the rest of the world into cancer patients.
What?s the diff no buts ands or ifs...
Now i need a place to hide away.
Are you ready are you ready

Whose the real docs of death
Oh no it?s doctor death

Killer man atomic b-boys in japan.
Another brother dies up in sudan
Kevorkian got the heads lookin for that kill em
Dead from the feds shit man
Contaminated in sad predicaments
Blood threats, blastin continents
Kings, queens dead presidents
Can?t tell me where my chiza went.
Take em down blow the house down blaw
The evils got you wobblin like weebles
Thinking you equal, killin lost peoples
No sequal remember biko

Whose the real docs of death
Oh no it?s doctor death

Whose the real docs of death
Killin millions til they?re last breath
Got no right to be dead ass wrong
Killin me softly with your songs

Bring the noise
But surrounded by cowboys
Indigenous but wiped out
Diggin new ditches
Can you dig it
Turnin tricks at the tip of politics
The devils slick, gettin their head split
I spit at those hypocrites
So i sticks to the music
Think about it it?s god
You better get with the scene
Keep you and i from being human beings
You deserve what you deserve,
If you believe what he believes
And into everything you leave.
Oh what a tangled web you weave,
When destroyed by the disease by 33 degrees
Bringing satan down to his knees

A Dollar A Rhyme But We Barely Get A Dime

If You Don't Own The Master
Then The Master Own You
Who Do You Trust From Swindler's Lust
From The Back Of The Bus
Neither One Of Us Control The Fate Of Our Soul
And Swindler's Lust

Hickory Dickory Dock Hand In My Pocket
Robbed Me For My Chocolate
Mo Dollars Mo Cents For The Big Six
Another Million Led To Bled Claimin They Innocence
Is It Any Wonder Why Black Folks Goin Under
Cause Niggas Be Sold In Bundles
No Pressure Tell Me Why They Don't Care
Rap And R & B Pavin The Streets Of Belair
From The Sales Of Singers No Longer Here
The Bigger Killer Gets The Bigger Share

Now The Ones I Attack The Negros Got Their Back
And Know 80-20 Is A Whack Contract
Forever Lack The Voice Of Real Black
Stole Rock And Roll And Ain't Gave It Back
Started Off My Defense
Now They're The Ones I Defend Against
Who Fell Up Into The Tricks
Fuck The Fight The Power Shit
Get That Chuck D Nigga Fixed
And Keep Him Up Outta The Mix
Well Hell Tell Em Chuck Don't Suck No Dick
Be An Ass And The Ass Get Kicked
Hand In My Pocket Robbed Me For My Chocolate
Watch Em Swindle Yo Ass And Turn A Profit

If You Don't Own The Master
Then The Master Own You
Who Do You Trust From Swindler's Lust
From The Back Of The Bus
Neither One Of Us Control The Fate Of Our Soul
And Swindler's Lust

They Don't Care About Me
They Don't Care About You
They Don't Care About You And Ya Crew
Ya Family Neighborhood And Plus
They Don't Give A Damn About Us

Profit Off The Soul Of Black Folk
Turn Em Into Bitchez And Niggas
And Stupid Ass Jokes
Laugh Wit Us Or Laughin At Us
That Is What I'm Guessin
We Interrupt This Program Wit That Question
Laughin All The Way To The Bank
Remember Dem Own The Banks
And Dem G-Damn Tanks
Now What Company Do I Thank
Ain't This A Bitch Heard They Owned Slaves
And A Ship That Sank

If You Don't Own The Master
Then The Master Own You
Who Do You Trust From Swindler's Lust
From The Back Of The Bus
Neither One Of Us Control The Fate Of Our Soul
And Swindler's Lust

This Is For The Blues People In The Delta
This Is For Everybody In The 50's That Didn't Get Their Money
Little Richard Gettin Half A Penny A Penny
All The Super Soul Singers Of The 60's
All The Bands Of The 70's On The Outside Lookin In
All The People That Didn't Make A Dime Off Their Session Playin
And Even The Rappers In The 80's And The 90's
Still Tryin To Get Paid For What They Put In

If You Don't Own The Master
Then The Master Own You
Who Do You Trust From Swindler's Lust
From The Back Of The Bus
Neither One Of Us Control The Fate Of Our Soul
And Swindler's Lust

Now what sound of my DJ cuts
Terminator's back on some ol' fools track
Takes a nation of sellouts to keep us back
Flippin disco raps used to be whack
Now what you hear is what you lack
Take a lil bit of this a lil bit of dat
Who dropped the bomb on hip hop
Who got biggie and who shot tupac
What's forgot / ain't no eazy, no scott larock
Now what's rap gotta do wit what you got
For whom the bell tolls
Is that the way the story goes
85% believing all the videos
God knows / who controls the radios
Some people chose the road to be hoes
And so i rose / in the middle of all the woes
And def jam / negroes turnin up their nose
There's one way in no way out
No doubt the body count
Gettin headz checkin out

Do you wanna go our way
This the way we puttin this down
Do you wanna go our way
This the way we puttin this down
Do you wanna go our way
This the way we puttin this down
Do you wanna go our way
This the way we puttin this down

Time to make life shine again like glass
Gotta make it shine like glass

Outraged against the scene
Proofread the script
Flipped it back so i'm back in gang green
We interrupt this routine i had a dream
Da clean protein smacked the gangsta lean
Between the triple team
Wiped em out like a drought
Damn i'm raps tetracycline
Them lips foretold these apocalypse
Everything had a shot
And got hit wit bullshit
Twisted politics tricks i couldn't get wit
As one quits another nitwit hits
All the way crazy, shady
World turned upside down
I put it down
Why destroy what you love
Look around
Surrounded by chalk marks on the ground
Where the lost got found
Why it all come tumblin down
Why he and she gotta die
Now how dat sound

Do you wanna go our way
This the way we puttin this down
Do you wanna go our way
This the way we puttin this down
Do you wanna go our way
This the way we puttin this down
Do you wanna go our way
This the way we puttin this down

On & on to the break a dawn
Some the 100 meter dash i'm the marathon
Been around a long time
But the rhyme the same
Sound remains insane
Exchange the reign
Ain't that somethin
Figure i smashed the pumpkin
So i parallel the brains of cobain
Show no shame like the pain of kane
Gettin madd opposition hip to the game
It's that gran ol' pe ammo
Different time different channel
Funky piano
Here to witness get on up with a quickness
S1's in the house
Wit the thickness that get dis
1 2 3 4 5 attackin they frat
Griff is back got 5 on it black
The track got x on the decks
Terminators back cause a dat is whack
On the 1 and 2
Yeah go flavor
Pe hit the road gettin set to explode
Fight the power for peace
Can't forget the war mode
Overload
There she blows
Here we go
Now you know
Damn another alamo

Do you wanna go our way
This the way we puttin this down
Do you wanna go our way
This the way we puttin this down
Do you wanna go our way
This the way we puttin this down
Do you wanna go our way
This the way we puttin this down

Here i go, i don쨔t give a damn if you wit me
Stupidity, shit i쨔m the reverse of jiggy
All that prettiness running on empty
Only wusses need pity, no i ain쨔t from the city
5 minutes of fame if you don쨔t know my name
Oh yeah, i쨔m that field nigga they all fear
Here쨔s a madd salute to all my troops
Fuck a lawyer and the law and all them suits
I spits and i vomit cause i come like a comet
Better quit it if y'all don쨔t know what y'all gettin from it
Just forget it if you wit it, that racket runnin it
Come on come with it, i think i쨔ll fit it
Go to war but what the hell i쨔m fightin for
As i soar yeah baby i like it raw
No cigar, i ran over the pop star wit my car,
Again and may the best jam win...

Here i go - there you go

Bingo, it don쨔t matter if this platter쨔s a single
Needin needles like the beatles needin ringo
From the beginnin i told you how to see through the linen
All that talk but that쨔s the way
The side walks in new york
I simplify cause you might be high
Rip shit in the pit so what you don쨔t like it
This is man shit a hip hop trip
On that aggressive tip but rap got pussy whipped
Got out psyched down on that turnpike
I knew this philly who just wouldn쨔t get right
Cause i was aware as a square in delaware
Execs writing checks for sex in spandex
Radios gettin sucked by labels under the table
Mix dj쨔s gettin overpaid for airplay
Try to shut me down like ray, what i say?
Fuck your friends and may the best jam win

Here i go - there you go

Mirror mirror i쨔m finger pointin at the man
It is i, i interrupt the program
Chuck d rubberneckin with the fans
Pe don쨔t give a damn about uncle sam
And on and on like i said before
Some, the 100 meter dash, i쨔m the marathon
Against the grain comin like a train
As you listen to the sounds that remains insane
One on one and it쨔s just begun
To get out the ghetto and get something done
To be the man you gotta beat the man
Don쨔t confuse me with being dumb or bubble gum
And i쨔ll be here as you disappear
And i쨔ll be around amongst the crowd
Cause anything i wear is a step on down
That쨔s how i쨔ve always been
And may the best jam win...

짤1999 Suburban Funk, Inc.

Behold The Whole Planet
Upside Down I Put It Down
Shuttin Down Disco Clowns
I Get Around
This Rap Game's Like A Sport
Been Thru 2 Passports
Ass Stay Up In Airports
Black Man Still Gettin No Support
Compensation We Ain't Seein
Split By Europeans
Damn Treated Less Than Human Beings
No Matter
Africa, Brazil, East St. Louis Or The Caribbean
Traveled The 7 Seas
Rocked Many Races
Spread The Cash Cleaned Trash
In A Lotta Low Places

Seen The Look Of Love On Many Madd Faces
When I Rhymed About The Time
And Not The Paper Chases
People All Over The World Given Madd Respect
When I Identified Who The Government Wrekked
What's The Soundscan
Ask The Company Rep
They Don't Care
They Just About Keepin Their Checks

Round and Round And Round We Go
Where The Worlds Headed Nobody Knows

Hear The Crime Rhyme Created A Lotta Robots


Can The Real Lyric Fix The Shit That The Time Forgot
Loops Gotcha Brain Gettin Locked
Loaded Up Wit Words That Never Meant Alot
And You Can't Call The Cops
And Yall Don't Really Know
And Yall Don't Hear Me Through
Takes A Nation Of Big Brains
To Break Up That Flow
And The Game Ain't Changed
But The Heads Be Rearranged
In Danger
My Language Is Rappin In Anger
I Be Bangin So I Point My Finger
While We Sleep
Racists Set Us Up Like Sheep
Every Time I Go Someplace
Slaves Up In My Face
Black People In A Plantation State
No Control Of Soul
Wouldn't Know Our Fate
Now Am I Wrong To Hate Hate
38 Countries 51 States Now You Tell Me
Who In The World Gonna Compensate
100 Million Lost Make A Nigga Wait
Gotta Beg The Queen To Get Food On Our Plate

Round and Round And Round We Go
Where The Worlds Headed Nobody Knows

I came from a place I forgot
I woke up in a parking lot
Far from a meal and a cot
On the corner
Where all the streets got the same name
Maybe my brains on the brink of insane
Pain between the papers while sleepin on the train
This the land of milk and honey
Know what I'm sayin
The invisible man times three
Black, down and out
Out standing on a corner no doubt
Now a nation of homeless
Sleepin in bus stations
Another win for the pilgrims
Who said no more haitians
As I proceed
Someone to feed me is what I need
Through three blocks of dealers
Tryin to hit me off wit weed
Avenue and boulevard hungry as a Motherfucker
Hope to get a ride from a trucker
Everybody know I ain't no sucker
Everyone used to drop 30 at the rucker
Away from crazy kids in generation wrecked
Dissin pyramids while praisin projects
Walk past old folks gettin no respect
Callin young folks a bunch a no good rejects
And I walk on

An eye for an eye
I can't recognize the man in the mirror
Is it I, it is I now who this cat I'm lookin at
Cause I've been waiting so long to get where I'm goin
An eye for a eye in this country tis of thee
Now how the hell can I be free
Who this cat I'm lookin at
Cause I been lost so long without anybody knowin

So I move on and I walk on
Past the preachers and the pimps gettin their talk on
Now why do home gotta be where the negative roam
To be or not to be so I roll alone
I'm trapped within this skin and these bones
Temporary kings on cellular phones
Can I last as I walk past
Cigarette Billboards and Malt Liquor Ads
Walkin on broken bottles and potato chip bags
Everyone I see got the nerve to brag
Where they from what they got
And don't own squat
Disrespect where they from and ya might get shot
Zombies askin me what the latest Bomb Bay
Should shot the fuckin sheriff and the fuckin deputy
For ok in the drug trade and lettin it be
But I know prison for me is an industry
So I Walk
I heard the best things in life be free
Didn't god make the land the air we breathe
Not for the homeless don't give a damn about me
In the mirror somebody else is starin at me
Maybe prison is the skin I'm within
All this time I been sufferin can't fix it wit a bufferin
Plus they said I'll never work in this town again
Damn so I keep on walkin

An eye for an eye
I can't recognize the man in the mirror
Is it I, it is I now who this cat I'm lookin at
Cause I've been waiting so long to get where I'm goin
An eye for an eye in this country tis of thee
Now how the hell can I be free
Who this cat I'm lookin at
Cause I been lost so long without anybody knowin

Lil day day is big day and just did time
Seen him standin on the unemployment line
Which collided wit the line of the health clinic
I seen Crazy Stacy her ass standin up in it
No more welfare cut her medicaid
Damn my mama used to do her braids
I keep walkin so they don't see me
But I doubt if they doin any better than me
So I walk on never take the planet for granted
I paved the concrete, asphalt and granite
I walk pastast three brothers sittin on the porch
Wit a yard of dirt and littered wit Newports
Talkin how they comin up while they sittin on their ass
As I walk past em I'm a target of their laughs
And one said lets get em for his fuckin stash
As I walked fast past the other yards wit grass
Had a lil cash tried to make it last
From a few deals I made from cleanin windshields
I ran like a rally they caught me in an alley
Can't get out the ghetto from New York to Cali
I thought I had nothin till I felt the knife
And now I ain't even got a life

All I want to do is get paid back
for all that time I spent in the back
Livin' in shacks fillin' up sacks of cotton
Now it's what we fought you're makin' six packs
There's some got our hope out of control
of my soul pass the Ol' Gold
Behold the pale horse Supreme Court
Sweatin' niggas like sports
Hunt a nigga for sport
See a nigga play sports no support
On the outside lookin' in
If that's what's up then I ain't never been in style then
Everything is anything, anything is upbeat of nothing
Once again, poisoned from the paper and pen
You better defend that bullshit on the other end
Fuck your own thing, if your own thing's the wrong thing
Fuck dem chicken wings
Last able man standing
Follow what? I ain't understanding
What's better to understand then be misunderstood?
'cause the FBI is up to no good
Power to the peeps who come with their own drum
And don't end up like sheep

[Chorus: ]
Kill! Kill Em Live!
[Repeat: 3X]

Verse 2: Chuck D
Mad heads confused by the isms
Bustin' caps incoginisms
Phone taps, makin' sure they record ya
From my midnight plane to Georgia, uhh
Ancient to ???? player
The life giver, the name take-awayer
Propaganda can't gasp the last man standing
Assassinate all the plannin'
Get wreck, what you see is what you get
To plunder more stars than Trek
21st Century Robin Hood
I guess the politics are robbin' hoods
Fuck the Government 'cause you know that I would
'Cause the FBI is up to no good
Power to the peeps who come with their own drum
And don't end up like sheep

[Chorus: Repeat 5X]

Be a bitch is a foreign crime
Engine, engine number 9
Engineerin' monopolies, triggers and uninsured jalopy's
Catchin' more lock than companies
Engineerin' opinion and policies
Herd following like sheep
Following of the sheep will be sheep
based on what they heard from their peeps, uhh
Able to straddle quick beats without a battle
Politician assassinated
Rappers get shot, quote Chris Rock
"To have, to have not" is the question
Yes, them 'have nots' be robots
All the sheeps have forgot
The 'haves' keep the 'have nots' guessin'
under them Smith & Wessuns

[Chorus: Repeat 7X]