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(Intro)
Our society is fucked up, they're fucking our brothers and sisters up These white motherfuckers have fucked us up... This ain't by no goddamn accident... Cameras, action, lights What, lookout, civil rights Whiplash, po-po, fed-lillers, killin' kids Crisis, c'mon, get it now, sound COINTEL, going down Projects, pop offs, issues, payback Sickness, lockdown, get it Free Mumia and H. Rap Brown Before you get what you want, gotta give the people what they need What you know about Soul If you got's none then we'll loan ya some... C'mon! Flow on, the project, the pop off Low tempo to go off, COINTEL better go to hell Bout that time hear the bell y'all .. (c'mon) Gotta lotta nerve never knowing Assata Gotcha mind wading in the water.. contract.. Gotcha! Motown, Stax, bring the beat back (Bring that beat back!) The Sound, free Mumia and H. Rap Brown Sure enough going down now Jamil Al Amin, nahmean? (yeah) Y'all missin' this is like dissin' this See your Uncle Sam pissing on this He's running real low on my shit list Take 'em all out with the quickness Before you get what you want, gotta give the people what they need Before you get what you want, gotta give the people what they need Cameras, action, lights What, lookout, civil rights Whiplash, po-po, fed-lillers, killin' kids Crisis, c'mon, get it now, sound COINTEL, going down Lookout! Before you get what you want.. gotta give the people what they need Before you get what you want.. gotta give the people what they need Before you get what you want.. gotta give the people what they need Before you get what you want.. gotta give the people what they need New breed of MC and get the flow on Body, mind, soul enough to go on Ughh!! Better go on Gotta get on so I can spit on Guitar to get on the pick on (damn) Shuffle now, the popcorn Free H. Rap c'mon Nothing new uhh.. better walk on Ughhh... get my talk on Never knew a {?} to get your money on So on and so on Do it like Mike - "Sha-mon!" The original right here, Uptown Saturday Night Uggghhh, get it, and get your head right... Ya'll don't know nothin' about this ... ughhh Real thing ughhh make your soul ring Before you get what you want.. gotta give the people what they need Before you get what you want.. gotta give the people what they need Cameras, action, lights What, lookout, civil rights Whiplash, po-po, fed-lillers, killin' kids Crisis, c'mon, get it now, sound COINTEL, going down Going down, going down, going down, going down Going down, going down, going down, going down Going down, going down, going down, going down Going down, down, down, down |
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Hear the beat go
It's a bird, a plane, and the sound remains the same Brothas gotta rap Brothas gotta rap (Revolverlution) Brothas gotta rap (Hear the beat go, revolverlution) Here I am, Superman again Cause you know damn well I'll never be the man again Here I go, on upload, stand up and watch the game unfold 3 minutes to download Revolverlution, make your brains explode When understanding, knowledge, wisdom Love, elevation and and activism Let's call it raptivism Since a lot of MCs be stuck on isms As in sexism, self hate racism Why many cats end up stuck in prison Youth slavery is what you see and Is what you be mentality Beyond reality a fantasy But that fantasy is kilin me I don't give a damn if you bounce to this I don't give a damn if you shake to this But I give a damn that you overstand Revolverlution, the Rap Superman Brothas gotta rap Brothas gotta rap Brothas gotta rap Revolverlution, The final frontier And I'm outta here Have no fear some of these rhymes wear a cape But the record don't fit on a stack of Bushshit Sick and tired of bein sick and tired If what you want is what you need If you can see yourself beyond the weed Pappa bringin on a new breed of MCs You know what? Wooo wheee! Face it, tell me why ex-fans be hatin The present state of the hip hop nation Maybe it's your president of the corporation Is why we in this situation Some is dumb, double up the drums Hear the beat go.. Watch em all come Damn! Revolverlution You know who? The Rap Superman Brothas gotta rap Brothas gotta rap Brothas gotta rap Hear the beat go! Let the brothas rap! Let the brothas rap! Let the brothas rap! Double up the drums The Rap Superman, cut off the program Raised the whole fam Now that sounds hot, I stopped the robots Children of the gone who the grown forgot Lost and then found ex lovers of hip hop Who watched another artform gone to rot Beyond the bushes I save a lot Under the underground sound of hip hop And even if this joint gets hot You'll still never ever know what I got Revolverlution all up in this spot Now the rubber hits the road Broke the motherload Download! And hear the beat go... Hear the beat go! Hear the beat go! |
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Yo Chuck, run a power move on them
Yeeaahh Yeeaahh Step back, get away give the brother some room You got to all turn me up when the beat goes boom to line to line Then you y'all understand my reputation for rhyme Cause my rhyme reputation depends on what Style of record my DJ cuts His slice an' dice super mix so nice So bad, you won't dispute the price Cause it's plain to see it's a strain to be Number one in the public I enemy Cause I'm wanted in 50 almost 51 States where the posse got me on the run It's a big wonder why I haven't gone under Dodgin' all types of microphone thunder A fugitive missin' all types of hell All this because I talk so well When I, Rock get up get down Miuzi weighs a ton Hold it Rock get up get down Miuzi weighs a ton Hold it Rock get up get down Miuzi weighs a ton Hold it Rock get up get down Miuzi weighs a ton Hold it The match up title the expression of thrill For elite to compete and attempt to get ill If looks could kill I'd chill until All the public catches on to my material you know The ducks criticize my every phase of rapture Can't wait to read the headlines of my capture Accused of assault a 1st degree crime Cause I beat competitors with my rhyme Tongue whipped, pushed, shoved and tripped Coocked from the hold of my Kung Fu grip And if you want my title it would be suicidal From my end it would be homicidal When I do work you get destroyed All the paranoid know to avoid The Public Enemy seat I've enjoyed This is no kid and I'm not no toy boy Rock get up get down Miuzi weighs a ton Hold it Rock get up get down Miuzi weighs a ton Hold it Rock get up get down Miuzi weighs a ton Hold it Rock get up get down Miuzi weighs a ton Hold it I'm a Public Enemy but I don't rob banks I don't shoot bullets and I don't shoot blanks My style is supreme number one is my rank And I got more power than the New York Yanks If Miuzi wasn't heavy I'd probably fire it I'd make you walk the plank if I was a pirate If they made me a King I would be a tyrant If you want to get me go ahead and try it Snatcher, dispatcher, biter never been a Instead of takin' me out take a girl to dinner The level of comp has never been thinner It's a runaway race where I'm the winner It's unreal they call the law And claimed I had started a war It was war they wanted and war they got But they wilted in the heat when Miuzi got hot Rock get up get down Miuzi weighs a ton Hold it Rock get up get down Miuzi weighs a ton Hold it Rock get up get down Miuzi weighs a ton Hold it Rock get up get down Miuzi weighs a ton Hold it My style versatile said without rhymes Which is why they're after me an' on my back Lookin' over my shoulder seein' what I write Hearin' what I say then wonderin' why Why they can't ever compete on my level Superstar status is my domain Understand my rhythm my pattern of lecture And then you'll know why I'm on the run This change of events results in a switch It's the lateral movement of my vocal pitch It eliminates pressure on the haunted But the posse is around so I got to front it Plus employ tactics so coy And leave no choise but to destroy Soloists, groups and what they say And all that try to cross my way When I, Rock get up get down Miuzi weighs a ton Hold it Rock get up get down Miuzi weighs a ton Hold it Rock get up get down Miuzi weighs a ton Hold it Rock get up get down Miuzi weighs a ton Hold it Yeah, that's right Public Enemy number one in New York Public Enemy number one in Philly Public Enemy number one in DC Public Enemy number one in Cleveland, Ohio Also where Public Enemy number one in St. Louis Public Enemy number one in New Jersey And bust it |
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cant understand some of these
rhymin in circles now patroitic emcees on bent knees by six degrees lord have mercy even the voice of god rehearses attack of the 50 ft verses supermama this time around gotta few curses papa gotta new bag of cant get worse comes to worse cant get enough of tryin it sayin nothing goin noplace no time soon but buyin it like gettin in a car without drivin it still black rock the wax like stax i rip , i mix full screen like imax so i max relax off the deep end get deep in the record 100 beats per second cut down the like rhymes cause they get redundant refuse to stoop to stupid cause they dumbed it down like motown say it loud damn like im the new james brown uh put it up (repeat) rocked the concoction a potion of too much emotion uh,im a keep it in motion call it whatcha wanna bus stop ,lectric slide cha cha funky 16 corners hot like jill scotts blues but damn too old for 22s but i can still move groove lets roll you cant do your thing if your things the wrong thing tax the payers stack paper but you failed as an eighth grader dumb ass failed every math class plus i know this like otis i like to know are you ready for some super dynamite soul f -it thats how it gos? beyond the cornrows if i cant talk , get to steppin tougue can be a tool and weapon listen put it up (repeat) tycoons damn im tired of these coons rhymin in circles words can either help or hurt you or be neutral cats still might shoot you what suits you if you gots issues a thousand tatoos confused in 200 dollar gym shoes spendin more than u got 2002 blues give it up turn it loose aint no use rest of you screamin rescue me from the residue fast break 5s on 2 us against you so what you gonna do? put it up (repeat) |
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Fight The Power
Shocklee - Sadler - Ridenhour 1989 the number another summer (get down) Sound of the funky drummer Music hittin' your heart cause I know you got sould (Brothers and sisters, hey) Listen if you're missin' y'all Swingin' while I'm singin' Givin' whatcha gettin' Knowin' what I know While the Black bands sweatin' And the rhythm rhymes rollin' Got to give us what we want Gotta give us what we need Our freedom of speech is freedom or death We got to fight the powers that be Lemme hear you say Fight the power As the rhythm designed to bounce What counts is that the rhymes Designed to fill your mind Now that you've realized the prides arrived We got to pump the stuff to make us tough from the heart It's a start, a work of art To revolutionize make a change nothin's strange People, people we are the same No we're not the same Cause we don't know the game What we need is awareness, we can't get careless You say what is this? My beloved lets get down to business Mental self defensive fitness (Yo) bum rush the show You gotta go for what you know Make everybody see, in order to fight the powers that be Lemme hear you say... Fight the Power Elvis was a hero to most But he never meant shit to me you see Straight up racist that sucker was Simple and plain Mother fuck him and John Wayne Cause I'm Black and I'm proud I'm ready and hyped plus I'm amped Most of my heroes don't appear on no stamps Sample a look back you look and find Nothing but rednecks for 400 years if you check Don't worry be happy Was a number one jam Damn if I say it you can slap me right here (Get it) lets get this party started right Right on, c'mon What we got to say Power to the people no delay To make everybody see In order to fight the powers that be (Fight the Power) |
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Santiago I'm countin' down to the day deservin' Fittin' for a king I'm waitin' for the time when I can Get to Arizona 'Cause my money's spent on The goddamn rent Neither party is mine not the Jackass or the elephant 20.000 nig niggy nigas in the corner Of the cell block but they come From California Population none in the desert and sun Wit' a gun cracker Runnin' things under his thumb Starin' hard at the postcards Isn't it odd and unique? Seein' people smile wild in the heat 120 degree 'Cause I wanna be free What's a smilin' fact When the whole state's racist Why want a holiday F--k it 'cause I wanna So what if I celebrate it standin' on a corner I ain't drinkin' no 40 I B thinkin' time wit' a nine Until we get some land Call me the trigger man Looki lookin' for the governor Huh he ain't lovin' ya But here to trouble ya He's rubbin' ya wrong Get the point come along An he can get to the joint I urinated on the state While I was kickin' this song Yeah, he appear to be fair The cracker over there He try to keep it yesteryear The good ol' days The same ol' ways That kept us dyin' Yes, you me myself and I'ndeed What he need is a nosebleed Read between the lines Then you see the lie Politically planned But understand that's all she wrote When we see the real side That hide behind the vote They can't understand why he the man I'm singin' 'bout a king They don't like it When I decide to mike it Wait I'm waitin' for the date For the man who demands respect 'Cause he was great c'mon I'm on the one mission To get a politician To honor or he's a gonner By the time I get to Arizona I got 25 days to do it If a wall in the sky Just watch me go thru it 'Cause I gotta do what I gotta do PE number one Gets the job done When it's done and over Was because I drove'er Thru all the static Not stick but automatic That's the way it is He gotta get his Talin' MLK Gonna find a way Make the state pay Lookin' for the day Hard as it seems This ain't no damn dream Gotta know what I mean It's team against team Catch the light beam So I pray I pray everyday I do and praise jah the maker Lookin' for culture I got but not here From jah maker Pushin' and shakin' the structure Bringin' down the babylon Hearin' the sucker That make it hard for the brown The hard Boulova I need now More than ever now Who's sittin' on my freedah' Opressor people beater Piece of the pick We picked a piece Of land that we deservin' now Reparation a piece of the nation And damn he got the nerve Another niga they say and classify We want too much My peep plus the whole nine is mine Don't think I even double dutch Here's a brother my attitude hit 'em Hang 'em high Blowin' up the 90s started tickin' 86 When the blind get a mind Better start and earn while we sing it Now There will be the day we know those down and who will go |
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Uh! Backwards!
C'mon! C'mon! C'mon! Oh no, struck by greased lightning F'ed by the same last name, you know what? China ain't never givin back that goddamned plane Must got this whole nation trained on some kennel ration Refrain, the same train, full of cocaine, blows the brain Have you forgotten? I've been through the first term of rotten The father, the son and the holy Bush-shit we all in Don't look at me, I ain't callin for no assasination I'm just sayin, sayin Who voted for that asshole of your nation? Deja Bush, crushed by the headrush, when I wrote the bumrush Saw you salute to the then Vice Pres Who did what RayGun said And then became prez himself, went for delf Knee deep in his damned self Stuck in a three headed bucket, a trilateral Bush-shit Sorry ain't no better way of puttin it No you cannot freestyle this Cause you still ain't free If I fight for y'all then they get me How many o y'all is comin to get me? None! Cause it's easier to forget me Ain't that a Bush, son of a Bush is here all up in yo zone You ain't never heard so much soul to the bone I told y'all when the first Bush was tappin my telephone Spy vs. Spy, can't truss em, as you salute to the Illuminati Y'know what? Take yo ass to your one millionth party! He's the son of a Baaaaaad man The son of a bad He's the son of a Baaaaaad man Son of a bad Now here's the pitch Hiding inside certified genocide Ain't that a Bush, repeat ain't that a Bush? Out of nowhere headed to the hot house Killed 135 at the last count Texas Bounce! Texas Bounce! Cats in a cage got a ghost of a chance Of comin back from your whack-ass killin machine Son of a Bush, ain't that a son of a Bush Cats doin bids for the same Bush-shit that you did Serial killer kid, uhh! Serial killer kid Go on! He's the son of a Baaaaaad man The son of a bad He's the son of a Baaaaaad man Son of a bad the father, the son the father, the son the father, the son, and the holy Bush-shit The father The father Coke is the real thing Used to make you swing Used to be yo thing Daddy had you under his wing Uhh, son of a Bush Bringin kilos to fill up silos You probably sniffed piles Got inmates in Texas scrubbin tiles That shit is wild That shit is wild CIA child That shit is wild CIA child He's the son of a Baaaaaad man The son of a bad He's the son of a Baaaaaad man Son of a bad Son of a bad man |
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Can it be easy as 5 4 3 2 1
Damn sun Heard it was easy as 1 2 3 We don't control the 3 e's Still we be on the plantation And you be in trouble b Dizzy whirls and niggerlodeons In the nigger time 24 duckin the war No shirt on like Wakin up at 3pm, no job Ridin around on a bike Hair half braided Half combed out Smoked out Still braggin about How cats gonna come up Get that hustle on While them babies born Headed to the club to get more chicks , cmon These rhymes ain't got The glow of your normal Fairytales As another color passes Another brother fails No singin or blingin Freestyle wingin Beer can sittin around Waitin for highlghts on espn 4 3 2 1 over it Some Vince Carter dunkin on Mike ,an shit Get yourself together Before these feds start Scrapin Heads off the street Sendin cats to the middle of heat Far in the so called middle east Somebody gotta Communicate Beyond the beats 5 retail chains Got your brains trained To consume anything With a bang and a boom Gimme room I'm sayin It's a scam to pay for airplay today But 4 major corps Bought your support Check the fine print That cd you bought Sony Time Warner Universal Notorius BMG No lie they just got EMI 3 radio corporations Own all them so called Black stations While two tv stations Gotcha kids waitin WB we be Hatin the fact Every 5 seconds Canned laughter Rolls off the faces of blacks U p n you pick a nigger To make the problem Nigger As I await the one video arm Viacom To get bombed No doubt |
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| 3:38 |
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Welcome To The Terrordome
Shocklee - Sadler - Ridenhour I got so much trouble on my mind I refuse to lose Here's your ticket Hear the drummer get wicked The crew to you to push the back to Black Attack so I sat and japped Then slapped the Mac(Intosh) Now I'm ready to mike it (You know I like it) huh Hear my favoritism roll "Oh" Never be a brother like to go solo Lazer, anastasia, maze ya Ways to blaze your brain and train ya The way I'm livin', forgiven' What I'm givin' up X on the flex hit me now I don't know about later As for now I know how to avoid the paranoid Man I've had it up to here Gear I wear got 'em goin' in fear Rhetoric said Read just a bit ago Not quittin' though Signed the hard rhymer Work to keep from gettin' jerked Changin' some ways To way back in the better days Raw metaphysically bold Never followed a code Still dropped a load Never question what I am God knows Cause it's comin' from the heart What I got better get some (Get on up) hustler of culture Snakebitten Been spit in the face But the rhymes keep fittin' Respects been givin' how's ya livin' Now I can't protect a pad off defect Check the record An reckon an intentional wreck Played off as some intellect Made the call, took the fall Broke the laws Not my fault they're fallin' off Known as fair square Throughout my years So I growl at the livin' foul Black to the bone my home is your home So welcome to the Terrordome Subordinate terror Kickin' off an era Cold deliverin' pain My 98 was 87 on a record yo So now I go Bronco Crucifixion ain't no fiction So called chosen frozen Apology made to who ever pleases Still they got me like Jesus I rather sing, bring, think reminisce 'Bout a brother while I'm in sync Every brother ain't a brother cause a color Just as well could be undercover Backstabbed, grabbed a flag From the back of the lab Told a Rab get off the rag Sad to say I got sold down the river Still some quiver when I deliver Never to say I never know or had a clue Word was heard, plus hard on the boulevard Lies, scandalizin', basin' Traits of hate who's celebratin' wit satan? I rope a dope the evil with righteous Bobbin' and weavin' and let the good get even C'mon down And welcome to the Terrordome. Caught in the race against time The pit and the pendulum Check the rhythm and rhymes While I'm bendin' 'em Snakes blowin' up the lines of design Tryin' to blind the science I'm snedin' 'em How to fight the power Cannot run and hide But it shouldn't be suicide In a game a fool without the rules Got a hell of a nerve to just criticize Every brother ain't a brother Cause a Black hand Squeezed on Malcom X the man The shootin' of Huey Newton From a hand of a Nigger who pulled the trigger It's weak to speak and blame somebody else When you destroy yourself First nothing's worse than a mother's pain Of a son slain in Bensonhurst Can't wait for the state to decide the fate So this jam I dedicate Places with racist faces Just an example of one of many cases The Greek weekend speech I speak From a lesson learned in Virginia (Beach) I don't smile in the line of fire I go wildin' But it's on bass and drums even violins Watcha do gitcha head ready Instead of gettin' physically sweaty When I get mad I put it down on a pad Give ya somethin' that cha never had controllin' Fear of high rollin' God bless your soul and keep livin' Never allowed, kickin' it loud Droppin' a bomb Brain game intellectual Vietnam Move as a team Never move alone But Welcome to the Terrordome |
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So here we go y'all
Little by little you know We got the power And the knowledge to move 'em And still rock A super song for the cause so... Feel the load on your brain for the episode And we just begun, it's number one y'all Brother Black, the B is back So check it out And 'ya don't, I won't, if 'ya still, I will Take 3 jams and hold 'em, this what I told 'em To rock the other side, the sucker lied Said he would shock but never tried, and so I Took 'em away, I never stayed y'all Called the Flavor Flav to make another record To get played He made a jam to get you stammed Back to back in the place where the suckers are basin' Whatever it takes to make it hardcore We gonna roll it raw That's what you but it for, c'mon You roll in your ride, the DJ decides To play it on the radio The A side He gives it a try But never gives it a try And the people request the best On the B side Food for the brain, beats for the feet People on the dance floor Never claimin' a receipt Had a good time rockin', rollin' on the go rhyme The rhythm supplied by the superior B side They had to twist and turn and shout Turn the jam out, getcha' ready now, c'mon The situation put you in To where you're sweatin' in Hysterical B side, c'mon inside Request the best to give a test And never give a rest Your guess is good as my guess And while I'm guessin' your guessin', yo listen this is.. A DJ to play to give a lesson And his name is Terminator X And the sucker on the right gets cynical 'Cause the record's to the left and political And you search the stores Attack the racks with your claws For the rebels without a pause 'Cause the B side Wins again, again, again Yo Black, some of you are all in To make sure the crowd Get loud wit' it on the dance floor 'Cause the B is pure sure You never knew the crowd was this hype But you thought we was that type To start a riot, we ain't quiet Kickin' a thunderstorm with a song Why would we dare you to come along Pump up the music, pump the sound Once again we gonna do it like this now And while I'm throwin', you're goin' And you know it's time for man on a mission To listen 'cause he's in the house He's Terminator X |
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now whats goin on
i dont know whats really goin down yall dont know between the east and the feds heads dont know but you can bet some of these heads be the first to go between 18 and 30 pray it dont get dirty now i got some new cats hearin me that never heard me 11:30 do the math damn, here come the draft but im at an age my fightin is half ass shee, my flags always at half mast need you ask while some of yall laugh but i see war lining these young cats up for bodybags and these so called thugs masquerading in drag cause now the feds checkin all dem headrags hopin this gung ho thing last cold and dark is the weather peoples, get yor sh*t together aint even gonna fix my mouth to say chickens told yall in terrordome the clocks tickin from all sides come the wicked governments fundamentalists but how you gonna kill the innocent? between terrorists and cia hit lists like my man uno says beware the false prophets gotta be smarter than this they say war is a profit with loved ones missed but death is a debt none of us aint seen war yet be careful what you ask for war is hell and hell is war all them bling bling thangs throw em in the river all that thugged out sh*t yall cant deliver seen four planes kill everyday folks guess 911 aint no joke wall street cryin broke was it god or the devil itself who spoke? old vampires hit the new empire had the sky cookin brooklyn had no other choice but to stare and keep lookin city smile missin two front teeth while some of yall still talkin them little ass beefs over who, what soundscanned this month you sound scared guessin where the party at? while downtowns wonderin where the bodies at? how you sell soul to a souless people who sold their soul? keep the people from bein sheeple followin hollow voices to tommorrows sorrow women have nurtured and birthed the earth man has killed many for land and worse women got a cycle thats spoken for man has a period, its called war may the power go to everyday people may war have no sequel, live.. reverse the word you get evil cause people wanna live against evil avoid the third world war biological bombs 100 times worse than vietnam so what you gonna do? if you was on that plane both sides wouldve killed you too to my peoples stay on your p's and q's get your sh*t together |
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I testified My mama cried Black people died When the other man lied See the TV, listen to me double trouble I overhaul and I'm comin' From the lower level I'm takin' tabs Sho nuff stuff to grab Like shirts it hurts Wit a neck to wreck Took a poll 'cause our soul Took a toll From the education Of a TV station But look around Hear go the sound of the wreckin' ball Boom and Pound When I Shut 'em down 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 What I use in the battle for the mind I hit it hard Like it supposed Pullin' no blows to the nose Like uncle L said I'm rippin' up shows Then what it is Only 5 percent of the biz I'm addin' woes That's how da way it goes Then U think I rank never drank, point blank I own loans Suckers got me runnin' from the bank Civil liberty I can't see to pay a fee I never saw a way to pay a sap To read the law Then become a victim of a lawyer Don't know ya, never saw ya Tape cued Gettin' me sued Playin' games wit' my head What the judge said put me in the red Got me thinkin' 'bout a trigger to the lead No no My education mind say Suckers gonna pay Anyway There gonna be a day 'Cause the troop they roll in To posse up Whole from the ground Ready to go Throw another round Sick of the ride It's suicide For the other side of town When I find a way to shut 'em down Who count the money In da neigborhood But we spendin' money To no end lookin' for a friend In a war to the core Rippin' up the poor in da stores Till they get a brother Kickin' down doors Then I figure I kick it bigger Look 'em dead in the eye And they wince Defense is pressurized They don't want it to be Another racial attack In disguise so give some money back I like Nike but wait a minite The neighborhood supports so put some Money in it Corporations owe Dey gotta give up the dough To da town or else We gotta shut 'em down |
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Ridenhour - Shocklee
Yo Chuck, bust a move man I was on my way up here to the studio Ya know what I′m sayin′ And this brother stop me and axe me ′Yo wassup with that brother Chuckie D, he swear he nice′ I said ′Yo the brother don′t swear he′s nice, he knows he′s nice′ Ya know what I′m sayin′ So Chuck, we gotta fill in You turn him into a Public Enemy man Now remeber that line you was kicking to me On the way out to LA ??? ??? ??? While we was in the car on our way to the Shot (?) Well yo right now kick the bass for them brothers And let them know What goes on What goes on Well I′m all in - put it up on the board Another rapper shot down from the mouth that roared 1-2-3 down for the count The result of my lyrics - oh yes, no doubt Cold rock rap - 49er supreme Is what I choose and I use - I never lose to a team Cause I can can go solo - like a Tyson bolo Make the fly girls wanna have my photo Run in their room - hang it on the wall In remembrance that I rocked them all Suckers, ducks, ho-hum emcees You can′t rock the kid - so go cut the cheese Take this application of rhymes like these My rap′s red hot - 110 degrees So don′t start bassin′ I′ll start placin′ Bets on that you′ll be disgracing You and your mind from a beatin′ from my rhymes A time for a crime that I can′t find I′ll show you my gun - my Uzi weighs a ton Because I′m Public Enemy number one One (x7) You got no rap - but you want to battle It′s like havin′ a boat - but you got no paddle Cause I never pause - I say it because I don′t break in stores - but I break all laws Written while sittin′ - all fittin′ not bitten Givin′ me the juice that your not gettin′ I′m not a law obeyer - so you can tell your mayor I′m a non-stop, rhythm rock poetry sayer I′m the rhyme player - the ozone layer A battle what? Here′s a bible start your prayer This word to the wise is justified If they ask you what happened - just admit you lied You just got caught a - for going out of order And now you′re servin′ football teams their water You messed with the master, word to Chuck And I′ll wax cold tax, made sure you got dome (?) You just got dissed - all but dismissed Sucker duck emcees - you get me pissed It′s no fun - being on the run Because they got me - Public Enemy number one One - One - One One - One - One Don′t you know, don′t you know I got a posse over force to back me up Watch out, we got never the match Ambush attack on my back - doubleteamin′, get creamed So we have us ??? ??? Wanna hear it again We got a force - enemy down The L.I. circuit sound Ain′t it Chuckie D, myself and KG - Flavor, DJ Melody Oh yes, I presume it′s the tunes - that make us groom To make all the ladies swoom (?) But it′s also the words from outer region - a goldboy session Kickin′ like Bruce Lee′s chinese connection On stereo - never ever ??? All wax - yes I′m talkin′ about vinyl They said stop freeze I got froze up Because I′m Public Enemy number one One - One - One One - One - One One - One - One For all you suckers - liars, your cheap amplifiers You crossed up wires are always starting fires You grown up criers - now here′s a pair of pliers Get a job like your mother - I heard she fixes old dryers You have no desires - your father fixes tires You try to sell ya equipment - but you get no buyers It′s you they never hire - you′re never on flyers Cause you and your crew - is only known as good triers Known as the poetic political lyrical son I′m Public Enemy number one One - One - One One - One - One One - One - One Yeah, that′s right Chuck man That′s what you gotta do You gotta tell them just like that Ya know what I′m sayin′ Cause yo man, let me tell you a little somethin′ man These brothers runnin′ around - hard headed Makin′ a little jealous Ya know what I′m sayin′ Just like that, ya know They try to bring you down with ′em But yo Chuck, you gotta let ′em know who′s who in the world of beat You gotta let ′em know that this is the 80′s And we can get all the ladies And in the backyard we got a fly Mercedes And that′s the way the story goes That′s just the way the story goes Let me tell you a little somethin′ man |
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Our society is fucked up, they're fucking our brothers and sisters up These white motherfuckers have fucked us up... This ain't by no goddamn accident... Cameras, action, lights What, lookout, civil rights Whiplash, po-po, fed-lillers, killin' kids Crisis, c'mon, get it now, sound COINTEL, going down Projects, pop offs, issues, payback Sickness, lockdown, get it Free Mumia and H. Rap Brown Before you get what you want, gotta give the people what they need What you know about Soul If you got's none then we'll loan ya some... C'mon! Flow on, the project, the pop off Low tempo to go off, COINTEL better go to hell Bout that time hear the bell y'all .. (c'mon) Gotta lotta nerve never knowing Assata Gotcha mind wading in the water.. contract.. Gotcha! Motown, Stax, bring the beat back (Bring that beat back!) The Sound, free Mumia and H. Rap Brown Sure enough going down now Jamil Al Amin, nahmean? (yeah) Y'all missin' this is like dissin' this See your Uncle Sam pissing on this He's running real low on my shit list Take 'em all out with the quickness Before you get what you want, gotta give the people what they need Before you get what you want, gotta give the people what they need Cameras, action, lights What, lookout, civil rights Whiplash, po-po, fed-lillers, killin' kids Crisis, c'mon, get it now, sound COINTEL, going down Lookout! Before you get what you want.. gotta give the people what they need Before you get what you want.. gotta give the people what they need Before you get what you want.. gotta give the people what they need Before you get what you want.. gotta give the people what they need New breed of MC and get the flow on Body, mind, soul enough to go on Ughh!! Better go on Gotta get on so I can spit on Guitar to get on the pick on (damn) Shuffle now, the popcorn Free H. Rap c'mon Nothing new uhh.. better walk on Ughhh... get my talk on Never knew a {?} to get your money on So on and so on Do it like Mike - "Sha-mon!" The original right here, Uptown Saturday Night Uggghhh, get it, and get your head right... Ya'll don't know nothin' about this ... ughhh Real thing ughhh make your soul ring Before you get what you want.. gotta give the people what they need Before you get what you want.. gotta give the people what they need Cameras, action, lights What, lookout, civil rights Whiplash, po-po, fed-lillers, killin' kids Crisis, c'mon, get it now, sound COINTEL, going down Going down, going down, going down, going down Going down, going down, going down, going down Going down, going down, going down, going down Going down, down, down, down |
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