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from Live at Pacha Club Egypt Sharm El Sheikh (2009) | |||||
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from Def Jam 25: Volume 1 (DJ Bring That Back) (2008-1997) (2009)
Hit me
Going, going, gone Now i dialed 9-1-1 a long time ago Don't you see how late they're reactin' They only come and they come when they wanna So get the morgue enbalm the goner They don't care cuz they stay paid anyway They teach ya like an ace they ain't be betrayed I know you stumble with no use people If your life is on the line they you're dead today Late comings with the late comin' stretcher That's a body bag in disguise y'all betcha I call 'em body snatchers quick they come to fetch ya? With an autopsy ambulance just to dissect ya They are the kings cuz they swing amputation Lose your arms, your legs to them it's compilation I can prove it to you watch the rotation It all adds up to a funky situation So get up get get get get down 9-1-1 is a joke in yo' town Get up get get get get down Late 9-1-1 wears the late crown 9-1-1 is a joke ( ) Everyday they don't never come correct You can ask my man right here with the broken neck He's a witness to the job never being done He would've been in full 8 9-1-1 Was a joke cuz they' always jokin' They the token to your life when it's croakin' They need to be in a pawn shop on a 9-1-1 is a joke we don't want 'em I call a cab cuz a cab will come quicker The doctors huddle up and call a flea ficker The reason that I say that cuz they Flick you off like fleas They be laughin' at ya while you're crawlin' on your knees And to the strength so go the length Thinkin' you are first when you really are tenth You better wake up and smell the real flavor Cuz 9-1-1 is a fake life saver Chourus Ow, ow, 9-1-1 is a joke |
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from Pineapple Express (2008)
Clear the way for the prophets of rage
Engagin' on the stage, on a track Tell Jack stay in the back I was born Every level I'm on You're warned Just in case you forgot I pump in kilowatts To let 'em know which direction To go what's up I wanna know I test the front row Forgiven the givin' while the livin' is livin' it up So many people is sleepin' while standin' up Not dressed to impress or fess it That's it text to the brain like FedEx Treated one and the same 'Cause the name of the game Don't give 'em checks above necks Some don't realize the same side Siddity in the city Suburbs or projects But we're livin' in a different time Some speed, some lead While some jus' pump rhymes Then again all in da same gang Info to flow And heal all below Let's go and find The piece of mind that's taken Or else the black or start breakin' Public Enemy no! |
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from Benny Benassi, Public Enemy - Bring The Noise Remix (2008) | |||||
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from Benny Benassi, Public Enemy - Bring The Noise Remix (2008) | |||||
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from Benny Benassi, Public Enemy - Bring The Noise Remix (2008) | |||||
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from Benny Benassi, Public Enemy - Bring The Noise Remix (2008) | |||||
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from Ferry Corsten, Public Enemy - Bring The Noise Remix (2008) | |||||
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from American Gangster (아메리칸 갱스터) by Marc Streitenfeld [ost] (2007) | |||||
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from Public Enemy - Away From Here (2007)
I'm so sick, sick, sick and tired
Of working just to be retired I don't want to get that far I don't want your company car Promotions aint my thing Name badges are not interesting It's much easier for me see To stay at home with Richard and Judy Awayaway oh oh oh away from here... Awayaway oh oh oh away from here Awayaway oh oh oh away from here Awayaway oh oh oh away from here I'm fed up of early mornings Wake up calls are getting boring round here Feet dragging on the pavement The same people with the same arrangement Irony can be quite funny You making other people money My working day has just begun its not exactly what i would call fun I want to wake up in the afternoon With daytime TV and my favourite tune Cos it is much easier for me see To stay at home with Richard and Judy Awayaway oh oh oh away from here..... Away away away away from Saturday is your only highlight When you go out and live the highlife meeting up with other people your interaction with the weak and feable Atleast when all is said and done You wouldn't be the only one To be a slave to the modern wage Your crappy weekend is your only escape I want to wake up in the afternoon With daytime TV and my favourite tune Cos it is much easier for me To stay at home with Richard and Judy Awayaway oh oh oh away from here..... Away away away away from here |
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from Stomp The Yard (스톰프 더 야드) by Tim Boland, Sam Retzer [omnibus, ost] (2007) | |||||
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from Public Enemy - Bring That Beat Back (2006)
Played in Cincinnati
Wit my whole head nappy Made a rally in the street Wit nothin' but a beat Gotta grudge against a judge Kick 'em out that seat You are what you eat So what you eatin'? Same message to your mind Be self defeatin' Sick n tired of bein' sick And tired of bein' beaten Saw 'em drop it like it Was way too hot and too fast For hip hop, doo wop, rock or bop Ain't here to hurt you Don't hang in them circles Government ain't got me Yet so y'all don't stop me See a stampede of fake cats Runnin' from Bill Cosby What does he gotta do wit you doin' you? Y'all know what? DJ, Lord gimme that cut Bring that beat back That's what's up Feedback from truly Freed blacks Gotta think outta this Box of hard knocks Lined 'em up at Fort Knox To die in Iraq You don't know I rock? What you under a rock? Old cats beggin' us to bring that beat back Each generation thinks The next one is wack Jump started in the daze of crack R&B Reagan, daddy Bush Way the hell on back Pray to god Feel like I got a church in myself Good god, uh, can't get no help I say again health care cutback Shit is wack Bring that beat back They say the youth don't matter And the old don't mind It takes a lotta spine To build all them young minds Some of us get ghetto at the wrong damn time Album what? We just makin' one at a time To save another brother whose life on the line A big shot to claim some rocks and shine Signs of a soul gone solo, robbed blind A very small part of half the worlds crime Runaway child blown by an old land mine Little ones workin' in diamond mines So cats can say what's hers and what's mine Diamonds is girls best friend So why's he cryin'? See when y'all hear it get near it And you recognize the lyrics You trained to refrain And you start to fear it Escapism Like today there ain't racism Obviously y'all ain't see Black folks on TV Judgment calls Made on behalf of you and me Or you and I Do or die I say an I for an I Dividin' line Got the poor people Payin' for crime Corporations gettin' paid off our jail time Now y'all can tell Russell Yes, I knock the hustle 'Cause 2 million in lock down Under federal muscle Beyond the streets These kids is always watchin' Watching some of these jerks When they go berserk So I work |
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from Public Enemy - Bring That Beat Back (2006)
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 |
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from Public Enemy - Bring That Beat Back (2006)
(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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from Public Enemy - Bring That Beat Back (2006)
Moby pemoby pemoby pemoby pe
Chuck Just gonna drop this on one of them moby beats Here we go Cmon Put your hands in the air Allright / yall Cmon Put your hands in the air Allright / now Cmon Put your hands in the air Allright/ yall Cmon Put your hands in the air Allright / now Fingers in the air Like you really give a damn Peace sign up Lemme hear you say yeah Power to the people Put your hands in the air Peace sign high Like you really do care Fingers in the air Like you really give a damn Peace sign up Lemme hear you say yeah Power to the people Put your hands in the air Peace sign high Like you really do care Cmon Cmon Put your hands in the air Allright / yall Cmon Put your hands in the air Allright / now Rather be sittin just a gettin it Power to the people not the governments Capitalists,communists, terrorists Swear to god i dont know the difference Makin new slaves outta immigrants Wanna know where all that money went Another trillion spent by the goverment Here the bomb go. sent by the president Power to the people Cause the people want peace Power to the people Cause the people want peace Power to the people Cause the people want peace Power to the people Cause the people want peace Cmon Put your hands in the air Allright / yall Cmon Put your hands in the air Allright / now Tell the leaders They gotta feed us Grand theft oil Gonna bleed us New whirl odor Doesnt need us Call for peace Better heed us Dictators Human haters Hand on the bomb , mass debators Finger on the button infiltrators Mklvfkwr Peace will save us Cmon Put your hands in the air Allright / yall Cmon Put your hands in the air Allright / now Cmon Put your hands in the air Allright / yall Cmon Put your hands in the air Allright / now Flav; Check one two we want everybody to put this sign up in the air And at the count of three Everybody tell me what this sign means Peace Cmon Put your hands in the air Allright / yall Cmon Put your hands in the air Allright now/ Cmon Put your hands in the air Allright / yall Cmon Put your hands in the air Allright now/ Power to the people Cause the people want peace Power to the people Cause the people want peace Power to the people Cause the people want peace Power to the people Cause the people want peace |
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from Public Enemy - Bring That Beat Back (2006)
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 s - 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 One One One One One One 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 al 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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from Public Enemy - Bring That Beat Back (2006)
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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from Public Enemy - Bring That Beat Back (2006)
Jump back poppin that track
Gonna wreck it now Watchin yall --to the record now Catchin yall attention So shake it now Oh no find my flow Gonna break it down Came a long way You cant take it now --regulatin on the regular Do your thing. on the floor Can you kick it now Do your thing Do the damn thing baby Cmon bring it now Go back like 8 tracks and cadillacs Way before crack even similac Hell wit the wire taps New booby traps Hear the hand claps uh Where the party at? Do the damn thing Getcha gravy on Cause i be gettin it down And your crazy on Go on and on an on till the break of dawn I give a damn Cause damn is ya baby gone Do whatcha wanna do But try to do the right thing If its the right thing Then go on Do the damn thing I know you get soul Like a bbq chicken wing Thet me like a king Lemme hear you sing Money cant buy you love Thought you knew that Eight days a week Livin like a rugrat Sex machine cant face fact Gotta chase the cat Hear the hand claps Turn the damn thing up Here we go again No means no So now you know again Flow it like a poet Get ready then Dance gotcha trembin in dem timberland Jumpback poppin that track Gonna shake it now Check the cat Gettin wreck gonna break it down the record now Gotta break it down Rhymin this flow on the go Cmon get it now Yeah... I'm saying we went from Gods to niggas From queens to bitches Who in the hell told you that you were in heaven Who in the hell told you that you were in heaven Platinum gold a house and a car But poverty all around you by far People living under bridges or in a car Heaven for the super rich who call it modern living But the Man from the east calls it a wilderness Cause heaven for whites is hell for blacks in america Heaven and hell are two conditions of Life Not a place up there or a place down there It's a condition of life on earth so value Life Heaven is not things It's a higher level of thinking And at the moment one may change the conditions of Life Our people think a job, partying and endless flow of women and moet, Krystal and how much sex you can have is heaven Sometimes you got to think that it may not be heaven all the time But being able to meet Life's struggles head on, head on, head on Without compromising your Soul soul soul soul In this worlds Life Not Life after death Life on earth Life Not worrying about how you are gonna eat or put clothes on your children Sit yourself in heaven at once A woman is a very important part of heaven She produces heaven with you And if she is connected to the source of Life So heaven is a condition of Life And you can have it on earth SO VALUE LIFE VALUE LIFE Who in the hell told yall you were in heaven Oh, Oh Lord Have Mercy! |
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from Public Enemy - Bring That Beat Back (2006)
(Intro: Chuck D)
Watch the door, Chuck D, Public Enemy Paris, Guerilla Funk, Rebirth of a Nation 2006 Everybody needs somebody to watch the door as it's goin on Securin you - who's securin what?! Watch the door (Chuck D) Now I'm down to do your thing if your thing's the right thing P.E. ain't tryin to hear no fat lady sing (naw) Don't get it twisted cause we still love the music in the past Through the years see them use it then abuse it Some of these cats ain't sat down, washed their hands and say to the grace to the game, so they're a disgrace to the race Dig it, P-Dog we be diggin them party joints Beats for everybody joints Takin care and persevere I'm makin my point Message around the world, rap be's for the poor You on the floor, we at the door Rob the rich, give to the poor (Chorus: repeat 2X) Rob the rich, give to the poor Give back to get back cause we watch the door (Chuck D) Cause it's about to go down these cowboys have jumped the corral Survival yeah we got the nerve to serve Like a hip-hop bible, don't libel Guerilla Funk, they got the title The late great, no need to donate dollars I don't care if they poppin collars and holla's Who can't think between drinks, Chuck D I'm the driver Hard act to follow, I think for tomorrow Remix of old P.E. hits, I ain't up against it If it was up to me I'd give it all away (yeah) Anyway, uploads for my people to download Shit so hot, iPods explode One at a time baby, for your mind baby Uhh, to keep your soul in control baby Not crazy this party's for everybody You on the floor, and I be watchin the door (Chorus) - 2X (samples - some scratched) "You sold us out!" "They don't pay you enough to do that boy" "You sold us out!" "Some things you don't sell" "You sold us out!" "They don't pay you enough to do that boy" "You sold us out!" "Too much, get away from stuff like that" (Chuck D) Multiply, do not divide Think globally, act locally Passport, showin no support Makin World War III, lookin like a sport Human race, in the only place we know as Earth, right in our face And the firebombs, and the toxic waste Will leave this world without a trace And we don't want no other war Too late the feds done closed the door And we the peeps get spoken for The people want peace but the people get a quota Got the cure, high price for sure Fix the rich, and damn the poor Laptops, shoes, off says the law Make love, fuck the war (Chorus) - 2X (fades out) (Chuck D - continues to fade) You're damn right! Public Enemy, Rebirth of a Nation Paris, Guerilla Funk 2006 for yo' bad ass Yeah, somebody gotta watch the damn door! |
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from Public Enemy - Bring That Beat Back (2006)
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 |
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from Jarhead (자헤드 : 그들만의 전쟁) by Thomas Newman [ost] (2005)
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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from Public Enemy - New Whirl Odor (2005)
[Chuck verse 1]
We dont control sht No education Enforcement Economics Depending on governments Forever in a plantation state Damn this is why i hate hate Wanna do something for the people Make us equal Instead of creatures Who got human features Let the whole world reach you Things classrooms cant teach you Now can you dig it? Sing the song till we all get along Feed the poor Damn the law When they trained em, taught em Killed em when they caught em Set up wet up When they no longer could afford em Put disease across the seas Got the third world on their knees Get it As long as the people got something to say As long as the people got something to say [Griff verse 2] At this critical junction the administration can't function Taking our civil liberties over high price luncheons it's nothin when your considered a sheepole As long as the people got something to say "We the people" They need a war to justify the taking of lives, they manage the lie behind the lie behind the lie. Now you can't run and hide it's high tech genocide They never taught you the truth or how to survive They clone doctors to put a spin on it Hip hop heads to shook to pull the cover off it. It may effect there sales tip the scale The way it looks they'll end up dead or in jail. We busy spinning and grinning on 26's you sitting Change your god for your wealth thinking heaven your gettin. You must be pre-sistance in mass resistance Love thy enemy and make this committment To engage in struggle, with a clench fist lift it Be true to self before the GOD end this. Yo! Public enemy we back in your......... |
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from Public Enemy - New Whirl Odor (2005)
Played in Cincinnati
Wit my whole head nappy Made a rally in the street Wit nothin' but a beat Gotta grudge against a judge Kick 'em out that seat You are what you eat So what you eatin'? Same message to your mind Be self defeatin' Sick n tired of bein' sick And tired of bein' beaten Saw 'em drop it like it Was way too hot and too fast For hip hop, doo wop, rock or bop Ain't here to hurt you Don't hang in them circles Government ain't got me Yet so y'all don't stop me See a stampede of fake cats Runnin' from Bill Cosby What does he gotta do wit you doin' you? Y'all know what? DJ, Lord gimme that cut Bring that beat back That's what's up Feedback from truly Freed blacks Gotta think outta this Box of hard knocks Lined 'em up at Fort Knox To die in Iraq You don't know I rock? What you under a rock? Old cats beggin' us to bring that beat back Each generation thinks The next one is wack Jump started in the daze of crack R&B Reagan, daddy Bush Way the hell on back Pray to god Feel like I got a church in myself Good god, uh, can't get no help I say again health care cutback Shit is wack Bring that beat back They say the youth don't matter And the old don't mind It takes a lotta spine To build all them young minds Some of us get ghetto at the wrong damn time Album what? We just makin' one at a time To save another brother whose life on the line A big shot to claim some rocks and shine Signs of a soul gone solo, robbed blind A very small part of half the worlds crime Runaway child blown by an old land mine Little ones workin' in diamond mines So cats can say what's hers and what's mine Diamonds is girls best friend So why's he cryin'? See when y'all hear it get near it And you recognize the lyrics You trained to refrain And you start to fear it Escapism Like today there ain't racism Obviously y'all ain't see Black folks on TV Judgment calls Made on behalf of you and me Or you and I Do or die I say an I for an I Dividin' line Got the poor people Payin' for crime Corporations gettin' paid off our jail time Now y'all can tell Russell Yes, I knock the hustle 'Cause 2 million in lock down Under federal muscle Beyond the streets These kids is always watchin' Watching some of these jerks When they go berserk So I work |
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from Public Enemy - New Whirl Odor (2005)
[verse 1]
The Black falling down, its goin down No subject matter, I dont hear it goin around Minds over matter , they don't mind cause We dont matter, DJ Lord's on the platter Cant shake this, the gott-damn matrix Got actors winning politics, the tricks Got hot chicks in the back of of wack ass rap flicks Called videos (hoooo) Turn off the got-damn radio Cause they dont show yall what yall need to know Cant fade it though, Lord don't fade it yo Year of the Lord , make love fuck war tour After before 2004, i swore Dj Lord come bust down the door Los Angel-less, New Jack Pity They say fuck the sticks cause they be the city Homeless sitting outside smellin shitty Thanks for not giving a got-damn thing pretty So called land of plenty , can't spare a penny It's the have nots against the haves, Is you wit me? Check What You Listening To [verse 2] You might be cuttin tracks But he's cuttin edge The sword of Lord high like Phil Upchurch Through the verse, the truth hurts From the aftermath of that sonic autograph Lord ,don't make him mad So I spit , how loud you want it to get? Cold sweat. 2005 flicks, new trips through dirty beats Hits and all those bass kicks Lookout yall, Cmon, cant forget to kick this If the shoe fits get with the ramblin wreck Check it, to stomp out All dem nitwits Chuck D stylin Don't you know where ? On the new Buckwhylin Cross the Land, cause the band Hits the fans, watch them all SLAM the jam Yes they can can, beware the man Take a stand yall, wreck the plan Check What You Listening To [verse 3] One foot stuck in the rave Millennium dance craze Cross fade to the new phase Like the old days, twisted in convoluted systems Existed in the beats of wisdom existance Cross the Land, cause the band Hits the fans, watch them all SLAM the jam Illegal beats , frisk him Find not a pop thing with him Multi-ethnic like a prism Cant hear this? You in audio prison Hands be whizzin, cross the wax Movin tracks from across the tracks Through your mind he attacks, DJ Lord. Scratch the gospel , tell them wack ass beats They can go to hell, 'ding' The rave bell See the crowd swell, got even when the needle fell Still heard them cuts over the yell! Through the verse, the truth hurts From the aftermath of that sonic autograph Mr Chuck , Dj Lord attack the tracks Yall CHECK WHAT YOU LISTENING TO.... |
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from Public Enemy - New Whirl Odor (2005)
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7
Rap like hell make it should like heaven 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 zero Black supermen is back as your hero Here ye, here yo, America the beautiful Beautiful, the plentiful, now lookin' sorta pitiful A third of the world at war, wait a minute Gotta take care of the rock if y'all wanna live in it Medicine and medicare 'cause they don't care Your favorite millionaire is high up in the air See 'em every where but they ain't there So rally and protest against the world in fear People, people can we take it to the square You don't matter and they don't mind These be the things that makes ya blind Uh, pimp or preach, same thing Nothin' worse than a new black church Lyin' on the truth 'cause it hurts Black man came first In the sweet name of Jesus Cost me a dollar at the flow of creflo Like how the hell he supposed to know I see they ass Runnin' to the radio And the TV issues and views Shaped by one sided news Got us like planet of the apes Under CDs and tapes Preachy young cats askin' ol heads Teach me over beats that reach me Radiation of a radio TV movie nation On your goddamn mind makes ya blind You don't matter and they don't mind These be the things that makes ya blind Now y'all keep on bouncin' to what I said These are the facts that gonna blow your head Y'all know what I said when I say no to thugs Thug life runs at the top and y'all thought it was pac These government gangsters maki'n robots Who forgot hypnotic in a 2000 by 3000 mile box 35 year old's lost in a X box PlayStation and videos So that's how it goes World begins and ends at the tip of your nose It ain't Eminem, it's M & M & M McDonald MTV and Microsoft, can't you see They got the young strung at a cost Yes that treacherous 3 go off, go off You don't matter and they don't mind And these be the things that makes ya blind So I pray to God, life and health Feel like I got a church in myself So I jump back and kiss myself Cutbacks lookout, can't get no help Hands in the air, Bush and Blair don't care While the unaware, they just stare This nation said screw the organization Of the united nations, cross TV stations And they sent to the masses They consider them asses Take a look at the world Another son of a bush disaster do the math 'Cause the loudest they comin' after These same cats who wiped out half of Africa And you don't know the half Have nots robbed by the haves Signin' new money like signin' autographs McDonald billions sold, America billions told Houston we have a problem isn't this a bitch When I wanna hear blues, I turn on the news See the rich get richer and the poor keep bitchin' Buckle down, knuckle up when times is rough You don't matter and they don't mind These be the things that makes ya blind |
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from Public Enemy - New Whirl Odor (2005)
Moby pemoby pemoby pemoby pe
Chuck Just gonna drop this on one of them moby beats Here we go Cmon Put your hands in the air Allright / yall Cmon Put your hands in the air Allright / now Cmon Put your hands in the air Allright/ yall Cmon Put your hands in the air Allright / now Fingers in the air Like you really give a damn Peace sign up Lemme hear you say yeah Power to the people Put your hands in the air Peace sign high Like you really do care Fingers in the air Like you really give a damn Peace sign up Lemme hear you say yeah Power to the people Put your hands in the air Peace sign high Like you really do care Cmon Cmon Put your hands in the air Allright / yall Cmon Put your hands in the air Allright / now Rather be sittin just a gettin it Power to the people not the governments Capitalists,communists, terrorists Swear to god i dont know the difference Makin new slaves outta immigrants Wanna know where all that money went Another trillion spent by the goverment Here the bomb go. sent by the president Power to the people Cause the people want peace Power to the people Cause the people want peace Power to the people Cause the people want peace Power to the people Cause the people want peace Cmon Put your hands in the air Allright / yall Cmon Put your hands in the air Allright / now Tell the leaders They gotta feed us Grand theft oil Gonna bleed us New whirl odor Doesnt need us Call for peace Better heed us Dictators Human haters Hand on the bomb , mass debators Finger on the button infiltrators Mklvfkwr Peace will save us Cmon Put your hands in the air Allright / yall Cmon Put your hands in the air Allright / now Cmon Put your hands in the air Allright / yall Cmon Put your hands in the air Allright / now Flav; Check one two we want everybody to put this sign up in the air And at the count of three Everybody tell me what this sign means Peace Cmon Put your hands in the air Allright / yall Cmon Put your hands in the air Allright now/ Cmon Put your hands in the air Allright / yall Cmon Put your hands in the air Allright now/ Power to the people Cause the people want peace Power to the people Cause the people want peace Power to the people Cause the people want peace Power to the people Cause the people want peace |
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from Public Enemy - New Whirl Odor (2005)
Check that soul in
Tape is rollin Black dont crack Where the party at? Stax, jumpback Wax them tracks Barkays cut it live Like 45s Strong songs survive On records 95 beats per second Get it mike on the guitar cmon wreck it You go ooh ahh there go them superstars, of soul 20 times better than gold, stax, Keep it here Cuttin them tracks, relax Pop them fingers, play it barkays Jumpback baby Soul gotcha crazy Cold feet thanks For the groove And them bomb beats To make me move Color of dead Looks like the future is history Why you dissin me Aint no mystery On the outside peekin in End of your freeride No way you can win Beginnin of the end Of your liberal friends who pretend Everythings changed While nuthins changed much Uhh this is chuck Stays to the left of this And to the right of that Just black where my mind be at Shit wheres the rest of my cats? High trees catch a lotta wind my friend My shits in a bind Fine line between aware and blind Dont mind Some of them aint got a mind Mind over matter They dont mind And we dont matter I flock to refugees Who flock to me The roots the coup And kick aside the genocide and the juice Comedians actors nuclear reactors Players and ballplayers Singers dancers and rhyme sayers Why do us like you do Ska doo Fuck da residue Frustrated 5 on 2s No breaks for madd crews Nowwho the fuck is you Sick a you Community hoesis Who posin as moses In street clothist Who be the closest who blows it Every ryme be for the future of mankind Crazy heads cuttin off the dreds Ruin health Wit no knowledge of self Incomin taxes breakin backs off a blacks Who done 400 years in this abyss? And so im pissed the fuck at this new whirl odor So i piss Some things in the air When the smoke clears Will it only be white folks and black jokes How many be gone If they bomb barbershops and hair salons Time to dot com Before they rub out clubs Where you get your drink on Mother father sister bro Love is the message But war be the front page In this mess-age Ghetto celebs spread by the hundred Macked by the same tactics Wit us in a tundra Goin under Avoidin cries from sodimized Society Scary getting screwed without a dictionary |
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from Public Enemy - New Whirl Odor (2005)
Celebrity the new drug
In America Gotta have it Gotta be it So the young ones can see it Watch out now Looka here now In these rich or die tryin times Y'all see the greed that I see Got these cats Whipped by TV 3 generations of fatherless women We drownin instead of swimmin This ain't what y'all asked for That's what they locked ya ass up for And they closed the door Beyond these streets These kids, they be always watchin See it ain't been the same Since Teen Summit left the game Off the air, who cares? Now kids get programmed Ask their peoples Who buy them almost everything the stars wear People see, people do Y'all see the new pied pipers They got a hold on you Back to the boogaloo Get a shot So you don't catch the flu Don't get shot And get a hole in you (Can I get an amen?) Maybe I'm Preachin' to the quiet You see, I'm talkin advanced But goin back at the same time Rewind So what, some of this song don't rhyme Like I said Most of us get ghetto at the wrong time Fear So leave a little room for god Up in here Back in the day Even real pimps, hustlers, players Told young cats C'mon get your lives on track These raps you hear today Is a bad ass act I'm here to tell it Like it ought to be It ain't no kids fault to me 35 years old Actin 16 Know what I mean You don't work, mean you don't eat You need more than a ball And some bomb ass beats New kicks on your feet Need your mind in these times To compete Make your world complete Sweet not sour That's what I call fightin the power Here it is, no fable I put it all on the table Spendin my time Identifyin who behind Some of these labels Who profit off the spit Some of the same way same cats That owned them ships Yes It's a business But slavery was too Prison industrial complex New slavery lookin To own you Ownin the labels, stations, jails and cemeteries Thug life Turnin hip hop into a one stop shop Somebody behind Makin up your own damn mind Signed, sealed delivered In a nigger package So dumb you can't hear The ignorance protected By the backpacker Who co-signed the say so Claimin they dug the flow Filled wit Jim Crow Return of the old negro How you gonna say no to drugs If you don't say no to thugs See the government Sweep it deeper Under the rug Maybe Maybe I'm Preachin' to the quiet Talk the talk Walk the walk I'm preachin' to the quiet |
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from Public Enemy - New Whirl Odor (2005)
[Society's verse]
We was raised in these streets on pork and poison meat Now i recognize the beast and bare the mark of the gold teeth Puff on the rolled leaf and bust on the police While yall playas are fakin bacon we cook the whole beef. I put it down plain, i stimulate the left and right brain Cell by cell and frame by frame. Names, dates, are all inmaterial. i big dick sick ryhme killer like cereal. i Burn like venerial, and spit that imperial wizardry that climbs right through The curcitry. Choake your team for their cream but that's as far as we go Drop shit like seaguls and smash your little ego. I get visions like stevie and coleco, Give me 2000 live people One late show no seaquel. Aint no equal in the flesh I been through more evil than men do. Nasty off the head and with the pen too! [Chuck's verse] Now im pissed Easy to rhyme on tracks like this The more things change The more they remain the same These games them vidiots Playin on the brink of insane Must be a hockey rink Lost in their drink In pursuit of plain jane I think man they think a revolution be pretty in pink Now in these new tracks Some of these cats dont know how to act All them criminal acts aint got nuttin to do wit rap One hand cuffuffed behind them backs in black Quiet riot ,yall cant hear one hand clap Revolution is more than what you hear and what you see The mass reintroduction Of society to society Together we got 100 years of sobriety These clones Who be flippin like new phones be surprisin me Turned out They happy just to be in the house So im a call emout I aint no church mouse Luvout [Griff's verse] I master rap Write a 16 and half of that Then eat some mix greens after that My raps niggerish black like licorice While wack rappers get rich off some jibberish The hoods begging for deliverance"g" I'm just a hood figure to deliverance this L y should get into the "sy" I'm thinkng me and pe should have passed it on Society's the menace He get's more love than tennis On the road to riches Cause revolutions expensive Finance whips. finance clips spend our chips In the ghetto raising rebelz with some fine azz tits. No champagne no campaign no ice on my wrist While bred'z dipp'n on fedz sipp'n on crys Out of my mind ethiopian wine on my lips Still aint signed the master mind The masters mine. hey!!!! Back in your dome where the rebelz rome The greatest weapon in the hands of the oppressor is the mind of the oppressed Public enemy the 7th octave we out |
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from Public Enemy - New Whirl Odor (2005)
Jump back poppin that track
Gonna wreck it now Watchin yall --to the record now Catchin yall attention So shake it now Oh no find my flow Gonna break it down Came a long way You cant take it now --regulatin on the regular Do your thing. on the floor Can you kick it now Do your thing Do the damn thing baby Cmon bring it now Go back like 8 tracks and cadillacs Way before crack even similac Hell wit the wire taps New booby traps Hear the hand claps uh Where the party at? Do the damn thing Getcha gravy on Cause i be gettin it down And your crazy on Go on and on an on till the break of dawn I give a damn Cause damn is ya baby gone Do whatcha wanna do But try to do the right thing If its the right thing Then go on Do the damn thing I know you get soul Like a bbq chicken wing Thet me like a king Lemme hear you sing Money cant buy you love Thought you knew that Eight days a week Livin like a rugrat Sex machine cant face fact Gotta chase the cat Hear the hand claps Turn the damn thing up Here we go again No means no So now you know again Flow it like a poet Get ready then Dance gotcha trembin in dem timberland Jumpback poppin that track Gonna shake it now Check the cat Gettin wreck gonna break it down the record now Gotta break it down Rhymin this flow on the go Cmon get it now Yeah... I'm saying we went from Gods to niggas From queens to bitches Who in the hell told you that you were in heaven Who in the hell told you that you were in heaven Platinum gold a house and a car But poverty all around you by far People living under bridges or in a car Heaven for the super rich who call it modern living But the Man from the east calls it a wilderness Cause heaven for whites is hell for blacks in america Heaven and hell are two conditions of Life Not a place up there or a place down there It's a condition of life on earth so value Life Heaven is not things It's a higher level of thinking And at the moment one may change the conditions of Life Our people think a job, partying and endless flow of women and moet, Krystal and how much sex you can have is heaven Sometimes you got to think that it may not be heaven all the time But being able to meet Life's struggles head on, head on, head on Without compromising your Soul soul soul soul In this worlds Life Not Life after death Life on earth Life Not worrying about how you are gonna eat or put clothes on your children Sit yourself in heaven at once A woman is a very important part of heaven She produces heaven with you And if she is connected to the source of Life So heaven is a condition of Life And you can have it on earth SO VALUE LIFE VALUE LIFE Who in the hell told yall you were in heaven Oh, Oh Lord Have Mercy! |
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from Public Enemy - New Whirl Odor (2005)
That's a lie
Power to the people 'Cause the people want peace Have no fear, you're safe right here You are protected You're respected The people gotta voice The people got choice The who, the when, the why, the what The who, the when, the why, the what The who, the when, the why, the what The who, the when, the why, the what A fool believes in me Who the government? Who the terrorists? Where the hit list? Pump the raised fist Make 'em spread the wealth Long as you gotcha health I can't get no help So I jump back to kiss myself The who, the when, the why, the what The who, the when, the why, the what The who, the when, the why, the what The who, the when, the why, the what A fool believes in me What a fool believes What a fool believes What a fool believes What a fool believes The who (The who) The when (The when) The why (The why) The what (A fool) The who, the when, the why, the what The who, the when, the why, the what The who, the when, the why, the what The who, the when, the why, the what The who, the when, the why, the what The who, the when, the why, the what The who, the when, the why, the what The who, the when, the why, the what That's a lie Swear to God You thought the yard was hard Come an' get your God with a credit card Preacher lying on the truth to raise his roof Come on holla preacher flow, he got your dollar Devil succeeded in never Givin' you what you needed Playin' with religion So the people believe it They playin' with God While preyin' on God While you prayin' to God They playin' with God Come on now The who, the when, the why, the what The who, the when, the why, the what The who, the when, the why, the what The who, the when, the why, the what The who, the when, the why, the what The who, the when, the why, the what The who, the when, the why, the what The who, the when, the why, the what A fool believes |
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from Public Enemy - Bring That Beat Back (2005)
Played in Cincinnati
Wit my whole head nappy Made a rally in the street Wit nothin' but a beat Gotta grudge against a judge Kick 'em out that seat You are what you eat So what you eatin'? Same message to your mind Be self defeatin' Sick n tired of bein' sick And tired of bein' beaten Saw 'em drop it like it Was way too hot and too fast For hip hop, doo wop, rock or bop Ain't here to hurt you Don't hang in them circles Government ain't got me Yet so y'all don't stop me See a stampede of fake cats Runnin' from Bill Cosby What does he gotta do wit you doin' you? Y'all know what? DJ, Lord gimme that cut Bring that beat back That's what's up Feedback from truly Freed blacks Gotta think outta this Box of hard knocks Lined 'em up at Fort Knox To die in Iraq You don't know I rock? What you under a rock? Old cats beggin' us to bring that beat back Each generation thinks The next one is wack Jump started in the daze of crack R&B Reagan, daddy Bush Way the hell on back Pray to god Feel like I got a church in myself Good god, uh, can't get no help I say again health care cutback Shit is wack Bring that beat back They say the youth don't matter And the old don't mind It takes a lotta spine To build all them young minds Some of us get ghetto at the wrong damn time Album what? We just makin' one at a time To save another brother whose life on the line A big shot to claim some rocks and shine Signs of a soul gone solo, robbed blind A very small part of half the worlds crime Runaway child blown by an old land mine Little ones workin' in diamond mines So cats can say what's hers and what's mine Diamonds is girls best friend So why's he cryin'? See when y'all hear it get near it And you recognize the lyrics You trained to refrain And you start to fear it Escapism Like today there ain't racism Obviously y'all ain't see Black folks on TV Judgment calls Made on behalf of you and me Or you and I Do or die I say an I for an I Dividin' line Got the poor people Payin' for crime Corporations gettin' paid off our jail time Now y'all can tell Russell Yes, I knock the hustle 'Cause 2 million in lock down Under federal muscle Beyond the streets These kids is always watchin' Watching some of these jerks When they go berserk So I work |
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from Grand Theft Auto [ost] (2004)
Yes - the rhythm, the rebel
Without a pause - I'm lowering my level The hard rhymer - where you never been I'm in You want stylin' - you know it's time again D the enemy - tellin you to hear it They praised the music - this time they play the lyrics Some say no to the album, the show Bum rush the sound I made a year ago I guess you know - you guess I'm just a radical Not a sabbatical - yes to make it critical The only part your body should be parting to Panther power on the hour from the rebel to you Radio - suckers never play me On the mix - just O.K. me Now known and grown when they're clocking my zone it's known Snakin' and takin' everything that a brother owns Hard - my calling card Recorded and orderd - supporter of Chesimard Loud and proud kickin' live next poet supreme Loop a troop, bazooka, the scheme Flavor - a rebel in his own mind Supporter of my rhyme Designed to scatter a line of suckers who claim I do crime Terminator X From a rebel it's final on black vinyl Soul, rock and roll comin' like a rhino Tables turn - suckers burn to learn They can't dis-able the power of my label Def Jam - tells you who I am The enemy's public - they really give a damn Strong Island - where I got 'em wild and That's the reason they're claimin' that I'm violent Never silent - no dope gettin' dumb nope Claimin' where we get our rhythm from Number one - we hit ya and we give ya some No gun - and still never on the run You wanna be an S.1 - Griff will tell you when And then you'll come - you'll know what time it is Impeach the president - pullin' out the ray-gun Zap the next one - I could be you're Sho-gun Suckers - don't last a minute Soft and smooth - I ain't with it Hardcore - rawbone like a razor I'm like a lazer - I just won't graze ya Old enough to raise ya - so this will faze ya Get it right boy and maybe I will praise ya Playin' the role I got soul too Voice my opinion with volume Smooth - no what I am Rough - cause I'm the man No matter what the name - we're all the same Pieces in one big chess game Yeah - the voice of power Is in the house - go take a shower boy P.E. a group, a crew - not singular We were black Wranglers We're rap stranglers You can't angle us - I know you're listenin' I caught you pissin' in you're pants You're scared of us dissin' us The crowd is missin' us We're on a mission boy Terminator X Attitude - when I'm on fire Juice on the loose - electric wire Simple and plain - give me the lane I'll throw it down your throat like Barkley See the car keys - you'll never get these They belong to the 98 posse You want some more son - you wanna get some Rush the door on a store - pick up the album You know the rhythm, the rhyme plus the beat is designed So I can enter your mind - Boys Bring the noise - my time Step aside for the flex - Terminator X |
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from Public Enemy - Revolverlution (2002)
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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from Public Enemy - Revolverlution (2002)
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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from Public Enemy - Revolverlution (2002)
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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from Public Enemy - Revolverlution (2002)
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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from Public Enemy - Revolverlution (2002)
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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from Public Enemy - Revolverlution (2002)
(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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from Public Enemy - Revolverlution (2002)
(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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from Public Enemy - Revolverlution (2002)
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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from Public Enemy - Revolverlution (2002)
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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from Public Enemy - Revolverlution (2002)
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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from Public Enemy - Revolverlution (2002)
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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from Public Enemy - Revolverlution (2002)
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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from Public Enemy - Revolverlution (2002)
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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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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