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from Mo' Money (머니 머니) by Jay Gruska [ost] (1992)
The monkey ain't no joke
So you want to mess with the coke Boy oh boy oh boy oh boy The monkey ain't no joke You better leave 'em alone He's home grown, he's the cyclone He's the moan groan, Capone, the clone The broken bone, tone You've got to get off my back We got the real Flavor Flav Gettin' down with the sound And he's tellin' you to get off his back He's on your back gives you no slack Don't give me no flack, because I know Toe to toe, go to go He's on my back Get off my back Asalaam alaikum And that's the way we take 'em And if we got to frisk you down Then that's the way we shake 'em |
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from Public Enemy - Greatest Misses (1994)
I remember when us blacks
Were on our backs Across tracks Where we live Now we packin' in Cadillacs Or Pontiac if you know What I'm sayin' Po' old nigg thinks it's a Caddy And now he's playin' mack daddy But that's all right I blame it All on Jack Who's Jack you ask me You say, I say it every time But the rhyme goes Into your head down to your toes And you missed me Play it off like a diss, yo Let's go & diss the Wick wick wack Wiggedy whack in fact I'm sayin' hit the road Hack For the hook I'll play it by the book For the track I'll bring it back Look out: Hit the road Jack Black is black White is white That's all right If you're right That's all right No need to fight, yo Much respect if your nature's in check A little If not expect me to cock a doodle do A riddle Just actin' cracka proves to be a Killer to me like I refuse to be a negro But we grow to be people People But our color had 'em playin' us out Like we was Cinderella But if you take it & break it down Full of noise but Jack & his boys Keep doin' what they wanna do But hear me out Jack goes under color To kill one another 'Cause some blacks act devil too And if you see him You can tell by his act Not his word but his deed And we bleed all because of that Lifestyle of a dirty rat And if you act like that Step back & hit the road Jack Not Jack the Ripper Or the jack of spades I'm not jackin' for beats Let's get Jack the raper Mothers cried while forefathers died From the whip And not a bit ever made the paper When I come they all Run & hide And they quit And yell loud Here he come wit' dat black s--t I'm thru wit Jack Bein' the quarterback of the scene He's played out like bell-bottom jeans I took a line from the Main Source For that I know they feel the same Thank you Hit road Jack |
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from Public Enemy - Greatest Misses (1994)
Ridenhour - Drayton - Shocklee Time is gettin' crazy - people clockin' out They're robbin' all the cribs on death wish route Breakin' into cars trying to steal their system 20 pounds on the bar, betcha can't lift 'em Ya throw two punches, now you got no wind Hittin' mega pipes, gettin' super stupid thin Smokin' all the squares and crying all the tears Cause you're workin' for ya boy, came short and full of swears Ya couldn't make the money cause ya smoked up all the product Walkin' round town, skeptalepsy illaroduct Can't be trusted cause you're living in the past Ya should have kept yo ass away from that blast MEGABLAST! Oh please, oh please, oh please, oh please Just give me just one more hit (x8) I got a homeboy who is out on the block He sells mo crack than they sell fish at the dock He runs to every car, thinkin' he's a star He gets his product snatched by some people in a car The car pulls off as he hungs onto the side Of the car that is in motion, guess his product took a ride He tried to sell a demon for a thirty dollar bill Fake gold plate on the back, no frills Fake Hawaiian suit, scratched up knees In his fridgerator, bread, water, cheese An antique fork, how long will it last? We'll see in twelve minutes when he wants the blast MEGABLAST! Oh please, oh please, oh please, oh please Just give me just one more hit (x8) |
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from Public Enemy - Greatest Misses (1994)
Louder Than A Bomb
Ridenhour - Shocklee - Sadler This style seems wild Wait before you treat me like a stepchild Let me tell you why they got me on file 'Cause I give you what you lack Come right and exact Our status is the saddest So I care where you at, black And at home I got a call from Tony Rome The FBI was tappin' my telephone I never live alone I never walk alone My posses always ready, and they're waitin' in my zone Although I live the life that of a resident But I be knowin' the scheme that of the president Tappin' my phone whose crews abused I stand accused of doing harm 'Cause I'm louder than a bomb C'mon C'mon louder etc... I am the rock hard trooper To the bone, the bone, the bone Full grown - consider me - stone Once again and I say it for you to know The troop is always ready, I yell `geronimo' Your CIA, you see I ain't kiddin' Both King and X they got ridda' both A story untold, true, but unknown Professor Griff knows... "I ain't no toast" And not the braggin' or boastin' and plus It ain't no secret why they're tappin' my phone, although I can't keep it a secret So I decided to kick it, yo And yes it weighs a ton I say it once again I'm called the enemy - I'll never be a friend Of those with closed minds, don't know I'm rapid The way that I rap it Is makin' 'em tap it, yeah Never servin 'em well, 'cause I'm an un-Tom It's no secret at all Cause I'm louder than a bomb Cold holdin' the load The burden breakin' the mold I ain't lyin' denyin', 'cause they're checkin' my code Am I buggin' 'cause they're buggin' my phone - for information No tellin' who's sellin' out - power buildin' the nation so... Joinin' the set, the point blank target Every brothers inside - so least not, you forget, no Takin' the blame is not a waste, here taste A bit of the song so you can never be wrong Just a bit of advice, 'cause we be payin' the price 'Cause every brother mans life Is like swingin' the dice, right? Here it is, once again this is The brother to brother The Terminator, the cutter Goin' on an' on - leave alone the grown Get it straight in '88, an' I'll troop it to demonstrate The posse always ready - 98 at 98 My posse come quick, because my posse got velocity Tappin' my phone, they never leave me alone I'm even lethal when I'm unarmed 'Cause I'm louder than a bomb 'Cause the D is for dangerous You can come and get some of this I teach and speak So when its spoke, it's no joke The voice of choice The place shakes with bass Called one for the treble The rhythm is the rebel Here's a funky rhyme that they're tappin' on Just thinkin' I'm breakin' the beats I'm rappin' on CIA FBI All they tell us is lies And when I say it they get alarmed 'Cause I'm louder than a bomb |
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from Public Enemy - Greatest Misses (1994)
Ooh Chuck, they outta get us man
Yo, we gotta dust these boys off In this corner with the 98 Subject of suckers object of hate Who's the one some think is great I'm that one son of a gun Drivin' by wavin' my fist Makin' 'em mad when I'm goin' like this Top gun never on the run They know not to come cause they all get some Goin' quicker in the speedin' lane Jealous can't do it and it's causin' them pain Caught in my smoke all they did was choke Look at my spokes you know I'm no joke Out that window middle finger for all Jealous at my ride, stereo and blackwalls Suckers they got the nerve and gall To talk 'bout the car when they're walkin' tall Suckers to tha side I know you hate my 98 You gonna get yours Suckers to tha side I know you hate my 98 You gonna get yours Pullin' away every day Leavin' you in the dust So you know I get paid on the mile ego trip And 5-o tailin' on my tip Watch me burn rubber fall in my flame This episode is always the same Seein' no comp comin' like I'm blind All left back trailin' my behind I go faster cops try to shoot me They'll get theirs when they try to get me I'll let it go my turbo Run, I'm in the river cause they're movin too slow Laughin' hard at their attempt So what if the judge charged me contempt I'd rub my boomerang cause I'm feelin proud And I wouldn't even hear them cause my radio's loud Suckers to tha side I know you hate my 98 You gonna get yours Suckers to tha side I know you hate my 98 You gonna get yours Cruisin' down the boulevard I treated like some superstar You know the time so don't look hard Get with it the ultimate homeboy car All you suckers in the other ride Wherever I'm comin' get you my side My 98 is tough to chase If you're on my tail better watch your face Smoke is comin' when I burn Rubber when my wheels turn A tinted window so super bad Lookin' like the car the Green Hornet had It's the reason I'm ahead of the pack It's the reason I left them back It's the reason all the people say My 98-O blows 'em all away My 98 Oldsmobile is... My 98 Oldsmobile's so... My 98 Oldsmobile is... My 98 Oldsmobile's like... Suckers to tha side I know you hate my 98 You gonna get yours Suckers to tha side I know you hate my 98 You gonna get yours Understand I don't drive drunk My 98's fly I don't drive no junk No cop gotta a right to call me a punk Take this ticket go to hell and stick it Put me on a kick butt line up, times up This government needs a tune up I don't know what's happenin' what's up Gun in my chest I'm under arrest Sidewalk suckers wanted to spill me So I got my crew and posse Took their girls and got them to thrill me Stepped outside got in my ride Drove them around an' I looked around town Caught 'em out there cold ran 'em over and down They didn't get me and that's the truth Cause the 98-O is bullet proof My 98 Oldsmobile's so... My 98 Oldsmobile is... My 98 Oldsmobile's so... My 98 Oldsmobile's like... |
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from Public Enemy - Greatest Misses (1994)
Pusher of the button
Talkin' loud ain't sayin' nuttin' The mack of the format gettin' fat Ain't funny 'cause my neighborhood Is flowin' money Thank God 4 the boulevard They keep the motor runnin' The rap shows coincide wit' the tape flow Bootleggers go inside and record the record low They get me, get this now can you freestyle Freestyle no styles free except da radio But the radio controlled by the sucker move Who moved away got away after plannin' a getaway An now he wanna play what he wanna play An got say on what is bumpin' of course he's gettin' somethin' Never know what's good to tha neighborhood Swear I never seen da sucker In my necka da woods The ass is connected to the brain stem So I sing a simple song So you can see the sucker in 'em People got to make a call To hear the yes y'all (yes y'all) While the phone keep ringin' You hear some singer singin' Why don't dey play the jammy in the daytime People think it's slammin' plus the rhyme Is hot an got me tunin' The afternoon is FM in the PM Oh if that they could see 'im Out-of-towner not down I think they'll dis him Up goes the season, pop goes the weasel Damn gimme rap no band I want some x-clan I know dey even got it from the giddy Stacked in the back Only black radio station in the city Programmed by a sucker in a suit Slick back hair he don't even live here Raps the number one pick so I draft it I don't care about all the other demographics When the quiet storm come on I fall sleep What dey need is Arbitron on the funky jeep Too bad it's goin' on in fact my word is bond To pull a disappearin' act attack until he gone The whacker jam he play they pay I'm in da day I don't think we gonna miss 'im we don't need 'im anyway Can I kick it Who the hell is on the radio Or who's behind Do you really think they'll mind To play the funky jams That everybody wit' Some Def Jef or Ice T Show they rollin' wit' the syndicate Or can dey get funky Wit' the underground Master ace get a taste Bomb squad gettin' hard Marley mart makin' hipper Trax for Jack The Ripper Pumpin' Eric B or Papa San Still rollin' wit' run Did you think that ever In fact you thought that never Control of your soul Is by a suit and tie Then U wonder why why U never hear a rhyme I say we do 'im Till it's done |
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from Public Enemy - Greatest Misses (1994)
Shocklee - Sadler - Ridenhour
Once again, this is it Turn it up Here we go But this time the rhyme Gonna ask who did the crime Then let's get down to the nitty-gritty Like I wanna know who Picked Wilson's pocket Afth, he rocket it Fact, he shocked it Same kinna thing they threw at James An what did to Redd was a shame The the Black get The bigger the feds want A piece of that ... booty Intentional rape system, like we ain't Payed enough in this bitch, that's why I dissed them I learned we earned, got no concern Instead we burned so where the hell is our return? Plain and simp the system's a pimp But I refuse to be a ho Who stole the soul? Ain't, no, different Than in South Africa Over here they'll go after ya to steal your soul Like over there they stole our gold Yo they say the Black don't know how to act 'Cause we're waitin' for the big payback But we know it'll never come That's why I say come and get some Why when the Black move it, Jack move out Come to stay Jack moves away Ain't we all people? How the hell can a color be no good for a neighborhood Help, straighten me out 'Cause my tribe gets a funny vibe They I'm wrong for singin' a song Without solutions All the dancers answer questions And try to be the best and... Let everybody know before I blow For the sake of what's right I wanna know who stole the soul? We choose to use their ways And holidays notice some of them are heller days Invented bye those who never repented For the sins within that killed my kin But that's all right I try do what a brother does But I'll never know if you're my cuz That's why I try my best to unite And damn the rest if they don't like it Banned from many arenas Word from the motherland has anybody seen her Jack was nimble, Jack was quick Got a question for Jack ask him 40 acres and a mule Jack Where is it why'd you try to fool the Black It wasn't you, but you pledge allegiance To the red, white, and blue Sucker that stole the soul! |
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from Public Enemy - Greatest Misses (1994)
Party For Your Right To Fight
Ridenhour - Shocklee - Sadler Power, equality And we're out to get it I know some of you ain't wid it This party started right in '66 With a pro-Black radical mix Then at the hour of twelve Some force cut the power And emerged from hell It was your so called government That made this occur Like the grafted devils they were J. Edgar Hoover, and he coulda proved to you He had King and X set up Also the party with Newton, Cleaver and Seale He ended, so get up Time to get em back ( You got it ) Get back on the track ( You got it ) Word from the honorable Elijah Muhammed Know who you are to be Black To those that disagree it causes static For the original Black Asiatic man Cream of the earth And was here first And some devils prevent this from being known But you check out the books they own Even masons they know it But refuse to show it, yo But it's proven and fact And it takes a nation of millions to hold us back |
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from Public Enemy - Greatest Misses (1994)
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 He Got Game by Public Enemy [ost] (1999)
Virgin bitches
With rockin' clitches Gettin' riches Snitchin' and trippin' your way into the here at The devil carried the cross to Christ On the back of a black angelic hood rat On an anti low jack crack hat I'm humble But I'll rumble With any given devil On any given level But must I put into effect And black caught ??? No don't test me Checks from the ass to the throne Grown, I'ma do it my way Oh, by the way, I don't play So what you say about this lost and found In lust but bound To get the stacks From the last sex acts Sack the Government tongue kissed the devils daughter And sent native daughters to the slaughter The last six chapters of an anti-nigga knock Entitled life in the fast lane Like death, in the last lane I live, until the day I die I live, until the day I cry I'm dead, the day I lie I'm not takin' pay off's And lay off's Knockin' G's off From the tip off Less academic callories Hope to make a high price salary I got 40 acres to comphiscate I got a mule that can't wait to ??? On who gets paid And who gets layed And who gets saved And who gets sprayed By burnt pale faces Fiends in high places Faces and faces chasin' traces and cases and cases of case suits Gettin' loot In a two piece multi national corporation noose Around the neck of his pops Got locked and dropped by a dirty cop Stop I got an attitude how do you figure Am I supposed to be a nigga Am I supposed to be a nigga Am I supposed to be a nigga Am I supposed to be a nigga |
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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 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 Scary Movie (무서운 영화) by David Kitay [ost] (2000)
When flav starts to get busy
Grabbin the mic and they say who is he Cock deezal breakdown like bill bixbie When I think, yo I think in 360 Gimme the mic an i??쨔ma solve all mystery I dare any punk to try to step up and diss me 'cause when he do, that??쨔s when he kiss dee Titles go by and my style is fly One more time I came here to rhyme Gimme the mic and i??쨔ma go for mine So emcee??쨔s all a y'all shut up When flavor??쨔s in the house we say What what Let flavor blow it up And if your ready to rock this party tonight Somebody say what what Now when I do my flavor dance All the ladies go crazy in a trance Nonstop booy from the clock on my watch I can bring it from the bottom and take it to the top Let me rock, come on let me get wit it When I tell you what to get, don??쨔t get offended Gimme the mic and i??쨔ma bend it Transmissions from the sky yo i??쨔ll send it Times on my hands yo sometimes I lend it Though i??쨔m spendin it for a fact I??쨔ll make you say what what Cause flave??쨔s back What what Let flavor blow it up And if your ready to rock this party tonight Somebody say what what Now everybody listen to flav If you don??쨔t listen to me you will end up in your grave Most of these people??쨔s rhymes is whack But I got a bunch of rhymes in my napsack Walk on my back with the black hat Got the rhymes to come on the attack Can??쨔t you tell that i??쨔m really good lookin They know me from miami, california Back to brooklyn Even in spain they knew flavor??쨔s name In japan they know i??쨔m nice in the game We maintain yo brothers feel the vibe We did the first album and it came out fly And don??쨔t ask why you won??쨔t understand Styles we got millions of fans So come on get down like this what??쨔s up When flavor grab the mic I will rip your butt What what Let flavor blow it up And if your ready to rock this party tonight Somebody say what what |
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from Ali G Indahouse (못말리는 알리) by Adam F [ost] (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 - Fear Of A Black Planet (1994)
Brothers Gonna Work It Out Shocklee - Sadler - Ridenhour Uh, your bad self Help me break this down from off the shelf Here's a music servin' you so use it Papa's got a brand new funk Get down (party for your right) Huh, let's get it on Like we said before They say the brothers causin' trouble Hate to bust their bubble 'Cause we rumble From our lower level To condition your condition (We're gonna do a song) That you never heard before Make you all jump along to the education Brothers gonna work it out And stop chasin' Brothers, brothers gonna work it out You got it...what it takes Go get it...where you want it? Come get it...get involved 'Cause the brothers in the street are willing to work it out So many of us in limbo How to get it on, it's quite simple 3 stones from the sun We need a piece of this rock Our goal indestructible soul Answers to this quizzin' To the Brothers in the streetSchools and the prisons History shouldn't be a mystery Our stories real history Not his story We gonna work it one day Till we all get paid The right way in full, no bull Talkin', no walkin', drivin', arrivin' in style Soon you'll see what I'm talkin' 'bout 'Cause one day The brothers gonna work it out Brothers, brothers gonna work it out You got it ... what it takes Go get it... where you want it? Come get it...get involved 'Cause the brothers in the street Are willing to work it out Let's get it on... we are willin' Let's get it on, let's get it on ... we are willin' Let's get it on, let's get it on, let's get it on ... we are willin' Now we are ready if you are ready In 1995, you'll twist to this As you raise your fist to the music United we stand, yes divided we fall Together we can stand tall Brothers that try to work it out They get mad, revolt, revise, realize They're super bad Small chance a smart brother's Gonna be a victim of his own circumstance Sabotaged, Shellshocked, rocked and ruled Day in the life of a fool Like I said before to live it low Life take you time, time yo go slow Look here, not a thing to fear Brother to brother not another as sincere Teach a man how to be father To never tell a woman he can't bother You can't say you don't know What I'm talkin' 'bout But one day ... brothers gonna work it out You got it ... what it takes Go get it ... where you want it? Come get it ... get involved 'Cause the brothers in the street Are willing to work it out Let's get it on... we are willin' Let's get it on, let's get it on ... we are willin' Let's get it on, let's get it on, let's get it on ... we are willin' Now we are ready if you are ready |
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from Public Enemy - Fear Of A Black Planet (1994)
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 Public Enemy - Fear Of A Black Planet (1994)
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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from Public Enemy - Fear Of A Black Planet (1994)
Meet The G That Killed Me Shocklee - Sadler - Ridenhour Man to man I don't know if they can From what I know The parts don't fit (Ahh shit) How he's sharin' a needle With a drug addict He don't believe he has it (Either) But now he does, he doesn't know cause he Goes straight to a ho Tell you what who was next on the but Wild thinin' on a germ Runnin' wild Yo stop But the bag popped |
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from Public Enemy - Fear Of A Black Planet (1994)
Pollywanacraka Shocklee - Sadler - Ridenhour She wants a lover right now But not no brother Her man gotta have a lotta money To get under her cover Now she's a fine sister But up here she's missin' it She says she wanna learn about life No old black bull shit At the age of 15 a brother gave her a baby She's 19 now and it drover her crazy And now everytime She turns around All the people in the neighborhood Look and get mand and sing Meet Mr. Succesful I guess he's blessed yeah But he happens to be a brother Who only wants blue eyes and blonde hair Now this young mister He don't like sisters He couldn't find that special one He know why he missed her He says sisters wasn't good enuff They only wanted his green stuff That's why everytime he turned Around all the people In the neighborhood Looked and got mad And sang I try to tell my people There should not be any hatred For a brother or a sister Whose opposite race they've mated No man is God And God put us all here (yeah) But this system has no wisdom The devil split us in pairs And taught us White is good, Black is bad And Black and White is still too bad That's why everytime I turn around All the people in my neighborhood Look mad and sing.... |
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from Public Enemy - Fear Of A Black Planet (1994)
When I'm talkin' rhyme time To blow your mind time some say It's nothing worse than a To hear some nigger curse They call me rude some dudes fiery attitude Claimin' I boast and smoke And sometimes sing the blues I twang metal and settle Try to never back pedal From the power some got To get a nigger shot The null and void I avoid I test the paranoid Never had to be bad My mama raised me mad So what I got is hot I love my life a lot I'm never sad just glad That's why I thank my dad Once they never gave a fuck about What I said Now they listen and they want my head Instead of peace the police Just wanna wreck and flex On the kid What I did was try to be the best So they fingered the trigger Figured I was a bigger nigger And started to search An so I headed west Went to cally a rally Was for a brothers death It was the fuzz who shot him An not da blood or cuzz I wondered why it was like So I just held my mike But in my mind I was blind So I just tried to find A reason we was quick Just the way that we was So I just stayed in the crib Until I got a buzz... |
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from Public Enemy - Fear Of A Black Planet (1994)
Burn Hollywood burn I smell a riot Goin' on first htey're guilty now they're gone Yeah I'll check out a movie But it'll take a Black one to move me Get me the hell away from this TV All this news and views are beneath me Cause all I hear about is shots ringin' out So I rather kick some slang out All right fellas let's go hand out Hollywood or would they not Make us all look bad like I know they had But some things I'll never forget yeah So step and fetch this shit For all the years we looked like clowns The joke is over smell the smoke from all around Burn Hollywood burnIce Cube is down with the PE Now every single bitch wanna see me Big Daddy is smooth word to muther Let's check out a flick that exploits the color Roamin' thru Hollywood late at night Red and blue lights what a common sight Pulled to the curb gettin' played like a sucker Don't fight the power ... the mother fucker As I walk the streets of Hollywood Boulevard Thinin' how hard it was to those that starred In the movies portrayin' the roles Of butlers and maids slaves and hoes Many intelligent Black men seemed to look uncivilized When on the screen Like a guess I figure you to play some jigaboo On the plantation, what else can a nigger do And Black women in this profession As for playin' a lawyer, out of the question For what they play Aunt Jemima is the perfect term Even if now she got a perm So let's make our own movies like Spike Lee Cause the roles being offered don't strike me There's nothing that the Black man could use to earn Burn Hollywood burn |
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from Public Enemy - Fear Of A Black Planet (1994)
Power To The People Shocklee - Sadler - Ridenhour And you thought the beat slowed down Power to the people Get on up, get into it, get involved Feel the bass as the cut revolves To the brothers wit the 808 Like I said before PE got a brand new funk Turn it up, boom the trunk, yeah Internationally known on the microphone Makin' sure the brothers will never leave you alone To my sisters Sisters yes we missed ya Let's get it together make a nation You can bet on it, don't sleep on it 'Cause the troops cold jeepin' it pumpin (Power to the people) Turn us loose we shall overcome They say where you get that bass from Hey ohh people, people as we continue on Come along, sings this song, are you ready for '91 Rhythm nation pump that bass an We like to know from Chicago, New York and LA Are y'all ready, cause the plans in the jam And we're ready to roll yo y'all got to tell me Are y'all read read to go c'mon (Power to the people) Had to kick it like that as we roll as one One under the sun, to all the cities and the side Stateside and the whole wide There it is P-e-a-c-e 1991 |
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from Public Enemy - Fear Of A Black Planet (1994)
Shocklee - Sadler - Ridenhour Once again, this is it Turn it up Here we go But this time the rhyme Gonna ask who did the crime Then let's get down to the nitty-gritty Like I wanna know who Picked Wilson's pocket Afth, he rocket it Fact, he shocked it Same kinna thing they threw at James An what did to Redd was a shame The the Black get The bigger the feds want A piece of that ... booty Intentional rape system, like we ain't Payed enough in this bitch, that's why I dissed them I learned we earned, got no concern Instead we burned so where the hell is our return? Plain and simp the system's a pimp But I refuse to be a ho Who stole the soul? Ain't, no, different Than in South Africa Over here they'll go after ya to steal your soul Like over there they stole our gold Yo they say the Black don't know how to act 'Cause we're waitin' for the big payback But we know it'll never come That's why I say come and get some Why when the Black move it, Jack move out Come to stay Jack moves away Ain't we all people? How the hell can a color be no good for a neighborhood Help, straighten me out 'Cause my tribe gets a funny vibe They I'm wrong for singin' a song Without solutions All the dancers answer questions And try to be the best and... Let everybody know before I blow For the sake of what's right I wanna know who stole the soul? We choose to use their ways And holidays notice some of them are heller days Invented bye those who never repented For the sins within that killed my kin But that's all right I try do what a brother does But I'll never know if you're my cuz That's why I try my best to unite And damn the rest if they don't like it Banned from many arenas Word from the motherland has anybody seen her Jack was nimble, Jack was quick Got a question for Jack ask him 40 acres and a mule Jack Where is it why'd you try to fool the Black It wasn't you, but you pledge allegiance To the red, white, and blue Sucker that stole the soul! |
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from Public Enemy - Fear Of A Black Planet (1994)
Fear Of A Black Planet Shocklee - Sadler - Ridenhour Man you ain't gotta Worry 'bout a thing 'Bout your daughter Nah she ain't my type (But supposin' she said she loved me) Are you afraid of the mix of Black and White We're livin' in a land where The law say the mixing of race Makes the blood impure She's a woman I'm a man But by the look on your face See ya can't stand it Man calm your ass down, don't get mad I don't your sistah (But supposin' she said she loved me) Would you still love her Or would you dismiss her What is pure? Who is pure? Is it European state of being, I'm not sure If the whole world was to come Thru peace and love Then what would we made of? Excuse us for the news You might not be amused But did you know white comes from Black No need to be confused Excuse us for the news I question those accused Why is this fear of Black from White Influence who you choose? Man c'mon now, I don't want your wife Stop screamin' it's not the end of your life (But supposin' she said she loved me) What's wrong with some color in your family tree I don't know I'm just a rhyme sayer Skins protected 'gainst the ozone layers Breakdown 2001 Might be best to be Black Or just Brown countdown I've been wonderin' why People livin' in fear Of my shade (Or my hi top fade) I'm not the one that's runnin' But they got me one the run Treat me like I have a gun All I got is genes and chromosomes Consider me Black to the bone All I want is peace and love On this planet (Ain't that how God planned it?) Excuse us for the news You might not be amused But did you know White comes from Black No need to be confused Excuse us for the news I question those accused Why is this fear of Black from White Influence who you choose? |
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from Public Enemy - Fear Of A Black Planet (1994)
Revolutionary Generation Shocklee - Sadler - Ridenhour I get down to what it is And if it ain't funky (see ya) People askin' me what's goin' on With my mind (Huh) wait a minute It's just a matter of race Cause a black male's in their face Step back for the new jack swing On the platter scatter huh We got our own thing Just jam to let the rhyth run Day to day, America eats it's young And defeats our women There is a gap so wide we all can swim in Drown in (uh get down) an get it Got it goin' on wit it Sister (hey) soul sister We goin' be all right It takes a man to take a stand Understand it takes a Woman to make a stronger man (As we both get strong) They'll call me a crazy Asiatic While I'm singin' a song Oh my god, oh my lord I can't hold back But I get exact on a track It's an eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth Forget about me Just set my sister free R-e-s-p-e-c-t my siters, not my enemy (Cause we'll be stronger together) And make the suckers say (Damn) this generation They don't know what we got goin' is (sound) To turn it all around To my sisters I communicate With the bass and tone Thru speakers and the microphone Cause I'm tired of America dissin' my sisters (For example, like they dissed Tawana) And they try to say she's a liar My people don't believe it But even now they're getting higher Of the feeling inspiration We must know that in this nation Every single generation (They teach us how to dis our sisters) Stange as you say, I say revolution Need for change brings on revolution The great book just look see solution God chooses who and what for the bruisin' There's been no justice for none Of my sisters Just us been the ones that's been missin' her Now we got to protect We get together and damn this generation I said so to what it is Where it is She needs a li'l respect There it is I say she needs a lotta Brother from a mother like me has gotta Give it up Give it now And pass it all around To my soul (sister) They disrespected mama and treated her like dirt America took her, reshaped her, raped her Nope, it never made the paper Beat us, mated us Made us attack our woman in black So I said sophisticated B, don't be one Not to head the warning crack of dawn Or is it the dawn of crack? Stop the talk they say, but We talk and say whats right or wrong Some say we wasting time singin' a song But why is it that we're many different shades Black woman's privacy invaded years and years You cannot count my mama's tears It's not the past but the future's What she fears Strong we be strong The next generation It's what not who we are facin' The fingers pointed to us in our direction The blind state of mind needs correction Word to the mother we tighten connection To be a man you need no election This generation generates a new attitude Sister to you we should not be rude So we come together And make 'em all say Damn this generation |
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from Public Enemy - Fear Of A Black Planet (1994)
Runnin' for your life, by the knife
Runnin' from your wife ... yipes You should've stuck with home Your mind to blow your dome It was you that chose your due You built a maze you can't get through I tried to help you all I can Now I can't do nuttin' for you man I can't do nuttin' for ya man You got all these people on your back now I can't do nuttin' for ya man Flavor flav got problems of his own I can't do nuttin' for you man Go lean on shells answer man I can't do nuttin' for ya man You jumped out of the jelly into a jam Make ya love the wrong instead of right Not a thief cat burglar through the night cop told your girl her name was Shirl About a rooftop crime to steal her pearls Oozy down the bullets in the gun Just microwave themselves a ton The you tried to help them all they can But they couldn't do nuttin' for ya man I can't do nuttin' for ya man They couldn't do nuttin' for ya man Flavor Flav is the sun Public Enemy number one Gotcha runnin' from the gun (pow) Of a brain that weighs a ton Can't face my facts that's on the shelf Cause you want a hand out for your wealth Eatin' welfare turkey out of the can I can't do nuttin' for ya man I can't do nuttin' for ya man You want six dollars for what? I can't do nuttin' for ya man You better man kiss my but I can't do nuttin' for ya man I'm busy tryin' to do for me I can't do nuttin' for ya man That's the way the ball bounces gee Bass for your face, kick that shit |
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from Public Enemy - Fear Of A Black Planet (1994)
Reggie Jax Shocklee - Sadler - Ridenhour I never tried to pretend to have an Accent that I never had So why don't you stay away awhile Come hear the freestyle The quicker the sticks With the guitar licks Complete the beat for your feet Check out the drum kick I'm here to live for the love of my people Kickin' it all about rebuildin' so all the children Avoid the self destruction So long I'm gonna do y'all a favor Cause I got the flavor yea Get low not high you can't deny Homeboys and girls you'll testify The p-e-f-u-n and the K will stay And make your body sway cause we got The funky beat on the street on your feet Can you feel the heat in your mind all the time You don't have to find the effect of the Rhythm an the funky rhyme on your body On your gear so have no fear in your hair Everywhere if you dare take this never Miss that funky list of super rockin' cuts That you can't resist on the move make ya Groove prove that we choose our cuts Make you strut and shake your but Bend your back get the knack of the Funk attack Yes, yes y'all take that |
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from Public Enemy - Fear Of A Black Planet (1994)
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 - Fear Of A Black Planet (1994)
War at 33 1/3 Haven't you heard I got quick and clever At the level of a scientist With this list my fist pumps chumps And don't miss Sorry majority grudgin' against the enemy And any other nigger wit an attitude see And any other rapper whose a brother Who try to speak to one another Gets smothered by the other kind No so divine so I heard it thru the grapevine Sent the feds out to get mine Time yo-yo to go Bronco in 90-91 Laughin' while they're searchin' for my 98 Accelerate the race from the chase Looka my face It ain't hate but they don't want a debate To take great Can I live my life without 'em treatin' Every brother like me like we're holdin' A knife alright time to smack Uncle Sam Don't give a damn, look at the flag My bloods a flood Without credit Black and close to the edit I fed it, you read it, just remember who said it War at 33 1/3 not really live I rather do it at 45 Went west in the quest for my intelligence Climbed a fence took a teacher on Ain't seen him since, hence he winced And convinced that the Black Was back revolving to a renaissance Bronze to gold I told felt bold Taught a so called teacher our role In civilizin' the whole globe Banned unplanned as I said I don't break down religion why? There ain't a smidgen for a pigeon Nature for bird, dog, worm or lion So my question to man is So why the lyin' God's law I saw is natural factual Only man creates a waste Defiance in his haste Based on scheme a scam From some mastermind damn if we read it And we see it and still be blind No need to search a fake church Evangelical, huster Anglo taxin' to muscle ya Check I wreck you guess yes All the bullshit now that's progress |
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from Public Enemy - Fear Of A Black Planet (1994)
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 - Apocolypse 91...The Enemy Strikes Back (1991)
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 Public Enemy - Apocolypse 91...The Enemy Strikes Back (1991)
When I get down
I give what go around And when I cough I do my best to cut it off I don't claim to be a preacher Not paid to be a teacher But I'm grown I try to be a leader to the bone Never could follow a man Wit' a bottle He's a baby wit' a beard Not a feared role model And they ask me where I got it I get it from my pops Wit' a man in the house All the bullshit stops Then I sing a song About what the hell is goin' wrong You never know If you only trust the TV and the radio These days You can't see who's in cahoots 'Cause now the KKK Wears three-piece suits It's like that y'all, it's like that y'all In fact you know it's like that y'all |
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from Public Enemy - Apocolypse 91...The Enemy Strikes Back (1991)
Nighttrain
Ridenhour - Robertz - Gary G-Wiz - The JBL - Depper Land of the free But the skin I'm in identifies me So the people around me Energize me Callin' all aboard this train ride Talkin' 'bout raw hardcore Leavin' frauds on the outside But the bad thing is anyone can ride the train And the reason For that is 'cause we look the same Lookin' all around at my so called friend Light skin to the brown The black Here we go again Homey over there knows Keith an But he be thiefin' I don't trust him Rather bust 'em Up out goes his hand and I cough He once stole from me Yeah I wanna cut it off The black thing is a ride I call the nighttrain It rides the good and the bad We call the monkey trained Trained to attack the black it's true 'Cause some of them look just like you Stayin' on the scene Sittin' on the train See all the faces Look about the same There go the sellout who's takin' a ride like Cargo 'Cause he deal The keys from Key Largo Runnin' Nat narcotic By George he got it Takin' makin' the G erotic And the fiends they scheme So he can put 'em down But his method is wreck 'em Put 'em in tha ground Got tha nerve as hell To yell brother man He ain't black man Known to murder his own Traitor on the phone Ridin' the train Self-hater trained To sell pain The master's toy Little boy Hard to avoid he look wit' it but he null 'n' void 'Cause he ridin' the train you think he down for the cause 'Cause his face looks just like yours More of the same insane who sayin' Like flowin' like nighttrain Runnin' the pain of the black reign You look, you laugh You doubt and go out And I'm gone But the bass goes on To talk the talk, but walk the walk The king of New York Crack a lack attack the black To crack the back Once again I test a friend wit' sincerity Or consider him an enemy Who am I to tell a lie Rather push da bush Hope da cracker get crushed I'm rollin' wit' rush Leader of the bum rush Russian I ain't Spreadin' like paint Lookin' at the put I got And its kickin' But it ain't chicken But it's livin' for a city So sick 'n' tired Of a scene buckwild, piled in a file Senile or chile They said it never been no worser Than this, I'm on the nighttrain They hope ya don't miss it Give ya what dey gotta give you just go You musn't just put your Trust in every brother yo Some don't give a damn 'Cause they the other man Worse than a bomb Posin' as Uncle Toms Disgracin' the race Blowin' up The whole crew Wit' some of them lookin' Just like you |
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from Public Enemy - Apocolypse 91...The Enemy Strikes Back (1991)
Bass in your face
Not an eight track Gettin' it good to the wood So the people Give you some a dat Reactin' to the fax That I kick and it stick And it stay around Pointin' to the joint put the Buddha down Goin' goin' gettin' to the roots Ain't givin' it up So turn me loose But then again I got a story That's harder than the hardcore Cost of the holocaust I'm talin' 'bout the one still goin' on I know Where I'm from, not dum diddie dum From the base motherland The place of the drum Invaded by the wack diddie wack Fooled the black, left us faded King and chief probably had a big beef Because of dat now I grit my teeth So here's a song to the strong 'Bout a shake of a snake And the smile went along wit dat Can't truss it Kickin' wicked rhymes Like a fortune teller 'Cause the wickedness done by Jack Where everybody at Divided and sold For liquor and the gold Smacked in the back For the other man to mack Now the story that I'm kickin' is gory Little Rock where they be Dockin' this boat No hope I'm shackled Plus gang tackled By the other hand swingin' the rope Wearin' red, white and blue Jack and his crew The guy's authorized beat down for the brown Man to the man, each one so it teach one Born to terrorize sisters and every brother One love who said it I know Whodini sang it But the hater taught hate That's why we gang bang it Beware of the hand When it's comin' from the left I ain't trippin' just watch ya step Can't truss it An I judge everyone, one by the one Look here come the judge Watch it here he come now I can only guess what's happ'nin' Years ago he woulda been The ships captain Gettin' me bruised on a cruise What I got to lose, lost all contact Got me layin' on my back Rollin' in my own leftover When I roll over, I roll over in somebody else's 90 F--kin' days on a slave ship Count 'em fallin' off 2, 3, 4 hun'ed at a time Blood in the wood and it's mine I'm chokin' on spit feelin' pain Like my brain bein' chained Still gotta give it what I got But it's hot in the day, cold in the night But I thrive to survive, I pray to god to stay alive Attitude boils up inside And that ain't it (think I'll every quit) Still I pray to get my hands 'round The neck of the man wit' the whip 3 months pass, they brand a label on my ass To signify Owned I'm on the microphone Sayin' 1555 How I'm livin' We been livin' here Livin' ain't the word I been givin' Haven't got Classify us in the have-nots Fightin' haves 'Cause it's all about money When it comes to Armageddon Mean I'm getting mine Here I am turn it over Sam 427 to the year Do you understand That's why it's hard For the black to love the land Once again Bass in your face Not an eight track Gettin' it good to the wood So the people Give you some a dat Reactin' to the fax That I kick and it stick And it stay around Pointin' to the joint, put the Buddha down Goin', goin', gettin' to the roots Ain't givin' it up So turn me loose But then again I got a story That's harder than the hardcore Cost of the holocaust I'm talin' 'bout the one still goin' on I know Where I'm from, not dum diddie dum From the base motherland The place of the drum Invaded by the wack diddie wack Fooled the black, left us faded King and chief probably had a big beef Because of dat now I grit my teeth So here's a song to the strong 'Bout a shake of a snake And the smile went along wit dat Can't truss it |
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from Public Enemy - Apocolypse 91...The Enemy Strikes Back (1991)
Pusher of the button
Talkin' loud ain't sayin' nuttin' The mack of the format gettin' fat Ain't funny 'cause my neighborhood Is flowin' money Thank God 4 the boulevard They keep the motor runnin' The rap shows coincide wit' the tape flow Bootleggers go inside and record the record low They get me, get this now can you freestyle Freestyle no styles free except da radio But the radio controlled by the sucker move Who moved away got away after plannin' a getaway An now he wanna play what he wanna play An got say on what is bumpin' of course he's gettin' somethin' Never know what's good to tha neighborhood Swear I never seen da sucker In my necka da woods The ass is connected to the brain stem So I sing a simple song So you can see the sucker in 'em People got to make a call To hear the yes y'all (yes y'all) While the phone keep ringin' You hear some singer singin' Why don't dey play the jammy in the daytime People think it's slammin' plus the rhyme Is hot an got me tunin' The afternoon is FM in the PM Oh if that they could see 'im Out-of-towner not down I think they'll dis him Up goes the season, pop goes the weasel Damn gimme rap no band I want some x-clan I know dey even got it from the giddy Stacked in the back Only black radio station in the city Programmed by a sucker in a suit Slick back hair he don't even live here Raps the number one pick so I draft it I don't care about all the other demographics When the quiet storm come on I fall sleep What dey need is Arbitron on the funky jeep Too bad it's goin' on in fact my word is bond To pull a disappearin' act attack until he gone The whacker jam he play they pay I'm in da day I don't think we gonna miss 'im we don't need 'im anyway Can I kick it Who the hell is on the radio Or who's behind Do you really think they'll mind To play the funky jams That everybody wit' Some Def Jef or Ice T Show they rollin' wit' the syndicate Or can dey get funky Wit' the underground Master ace get a taste Bomb squad gettin' hard Marley mart makin' hipper Trax for Jack The Ripper Pumpin' Eric B or Papa San Still rollin' wit' run Did you think that ever In fact you thought that never Control of your soul Is by a suit and tie Then U wonder why why U never hear a rhyme I say we do 'im Till it's done |
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from Public Enemy - Apocolypse 91...The Enemy Strikes Back (1991)
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 - Apocolypse 91...The Enemy Strikes Back (1991)
Ridenhour - robertz - gary g-wiz - depper
(featuring sister souljah) Signed, sealed, delivered I b yours I pour it on the breaks Till it break laws Givin' the gabbin' So the brothers be havin' it Or else the five fingers of dope'll Be grabbin' it Wit' no complaints Givin' uppin' I ain't On the mike Like karl malone in the paint Why rip a rapper When he flow like water I rather rush a television reporter The frauds that tried to front Watch ya back Stop pullin' those lil' stunts Assault and battery 'cause I snatched the battery Off his back...the tv pack Why pop the rhyme On a rhymer when I kick it Rather spend my time, spittin' on a bigot Who pumped the pimp That fed the fiends He got jumped by the brothers in ft. green They slapped the mack That kept us back Sucker suckin' the hood like drack So if ya draggin' us down Wit' the wack attitude Get up, lookout, get out the way Move Signed Sealed Definition of a set-up Pourin' it on and won't let up 'cause f-a-l-l-i-n Never applied To this brother that tried To let ya know The folk of the american joke That kept us broke Now I'm ready to rap Strong fax I swing Like bo jax I'm never calm on a bomb track 60 percent 3/fifths Constituted Huh prostituted Why I'm mad 'cause it's written on the paper Right now Muther f--- bow Kicked The Lyric About The tricks Of the trade and the money made Who got the money betcha bottom Dollar bill Gonna find Some rich ol' bloodline But the blood is in the mud Take the whack an attack it Like a skud To the patriotic hater That got paid off my people I'm rude Lookout, get out the way Move Signed An what I'm gettin' is mine I bring the noise To town So let's get down I cranked the beats Tearin' up the street And the park An it ain't mozart Jack movin' out 'cause the black movin' in And it's old I said it in Who stole the soul? (listen) but 92 bring An attitude That say I don't give a F**k About the old way This is a new day Tell jack stay in the back And all the other Suckers That don't matter You got Somethin' to prove Scatter Get out the way Move! |
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from Public Enemy - Apocolypse 91...The Enemy Strikes Back (1991)
One million bottlebags count 'em
Think they can bounce the ounce And it get 'em Yo black spend 288 million Sittin' there waitin' for the fizz And don't know what the f**k it is An oh lemme tell you 'bout shorty He about seventeen lookin' like 40 Treats his 40 dog better than his g When he gets a big b-o-t-t-l-e Oh he loves tha liquor But look watch shorty get sicker Year after year While he's thinkin' it's beer But it's not but he got it in his gut So what the f**k Yo niga what's up Now he's hostile to a brother lookin' out But I ain't mad I know what he about He's just a slave to the bottle and the can 'Cause that's his man The malt liquor man One million bags count 'em all Other man gets happy Watch the killas drink 8 ball Don't> -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Transfer interrupted! h stinkin' Then I ask a question you brother What the f**k is you drinkin' He don't know but it flow Out the bottle in a cup He call it gettin' f**ked up Like we ain't f**ked up already See the man they call Crazy Eddie Liquor man with the bottle in his hand He give the liquor man ten to begin Wit' no change and he run To get his brains rearranged Serve it to the home they're able To do without a table Beside what's inside ain't on the label They drink it thinkin' it's good But they don't sell the shit in the white neighborhood Exposin' the plan they get mad at me I understand They're slaves to the liquor man Back to my homeboy shorty He can drink it down And think nuttin' about it Pass it around and get tha 40 dog buzz At the same time Shorty can't remember what day it was Say I'm yellin' is fact Genocide kickin' in yo back How many times have you seen A black fight a black After drinkin' down a bottle Or a malt liquor six-pack Malt liquor bull What it is is bullshit Colt 45 another gun to the brain Who's sellin' us pain In the hood another up to no good Plan that's designed by the other man But who drink it like water One and on till the stores reorder it Brothers cry broke but they still affordin' it Sippin' it lick drink it down oh nooo Drinkin' poison but they don't know It used to be wine A dollar and a dime Same man, drink in another time They could be hard as hell and don't give a damn But still be a sucker to the liquor man |
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from Public Enemy - Apocolypse 91...The Enemy Strikes Back (1991)
Yo yo yo gee, guess what happened
To the burned up hand that was clappin' Too good to be true Getting all the guys turn to get in doo-doo Took it all for granted Then life start turn to granted Having everything to having nothing Now this turkey ain't got no stuffing On the couch ill puffing To get you buffin', it's you they got cuffin Your family they did not believe me Till they heard it for themselves on TV I called the crib, the clock said seven More news at 11 Chrous: More news at 11 I was watching the TV screen Can't believe what I seen Three guys tried to rob a store Got more than what they bargained for They shot them right before my eyes All three just dropped like flies If they only thought before they did it Neither one of those three would have been with it As they fell to the floor and got rougher Now the family has got to suffer Pallbearers got to carry them While the family cry loud just to bury them Newscast and people were heavily amazed Flavor Flav just stared in a daze Eyewitness News - channel seven More news at 11 This is Harry Allen hip hop activist and media assassin with my co-anchor Flavor Flav for P.E. TV and by the way if you still think that they're that don't believe the hype |
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from Public Enemy - Apocolypse 91...The Enemy Strikes Back (1991)
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 - Apocolypse 91...The Enemy Strikes Back (1991)
Yo gee
Come and get your New York Post New York Post right here Come on y'all Get the bost stubost stubost Coasta coasta New York Post Yo New York Post don't brag or boast Dissin' flavor when he's butter that you put on your toast Put my address in the paper cause I smacked that girl She's the mother of my kid's that I took around the world Disagreements having scuffles when you share upon You shouldn't try to drain subjects in a duck pond If you're gonna tell a story about people's worries Watch what you tell 'em cause they don't bring you glory It only brings agony, ask James Cagney He beat up on a guy when he found he was a fagney Cagney is a favorite he is my boy He don't jive around he's a real McCoy Chuck D yeah, you tellin' Flav we got to let 'em know Here's a letter to the New York Post The worst piece of paper on the east coast Matter of fact the whole state's forty cents in New York City fifty cents elsewhere It makes no goddamn sense at all America's oldest continuously published daily piece of bullshit Flavor Flav is the one that makes The Post money Writers making violence in headlines funny Tryin' to undress my past until it's naked Post got Flavor from sellin' no records Europe Asia to the street of New York Flavor Flav known for his finesse talk Do it to ya for The Post to employ me New York Post can't destroy me Rapper of Public Enemy, rapstar beats lover With the headline of a fucked up cover Out the pot took plate New York Post get your story straight motherfucker It always seem they make our neighborhood look bad Here's a letter to the New York Post Ain't worth the paper it's printed on Founded in 1801 by Alexander Hamilton That is 190 years continuous of fucked up news Yo one can play the game, two can play the game Yo Flav read on can't forget you either Jet Flavor Flav is your best Jet yet My own people own the most business Write on faith of value'sness Should have checked with me before you wrote it Got it from another source and quote it Put it out like the new year bull drop In every beauty parlor and barber shop Flavor Flav world renown Can't keep a man like Flavor down Yo Jet be a good host Don't print bull like the New York Post Augh, looks like somebody slipped up here Anyway here's a letter to the New York Post Black newspaper and magazines are supposed to get the real deal from the source y'all Sorry, Jet you took the info straight out of The Post Burned us just like toast When it comes to getting you facts straight about P.E. Get your shit correct |
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from Public Enemy - Greatest Misses (1994)
Here a track I found underneath
Findin' beats is a treat An' I don't care if it top pop Abracadabra can't keep a tab a This stickin' around like D an' it stuck Chuck Into a mode, unloadin' pop, pop, pop Go the weasels that dropped from the hip hop Kissin' the good bye Goin' goin' gone Keep it flowin' on Like a lemon I ain't livin' Like a lime here's a line To those here's a rose keep the casket closed Gone and in check The next is from the X Wrecked and affected by the rest huh How I'm gonna go I gotta flow 'Cause they figure I'm a gonna... Tie goes to the runner Politikin' I be wreckin' I reckon he's the electrician Pullin' the switches on brothers Who be in disposition I never got along wit' the long Arm of the law I saw where they place the hardcore To them it doesn't matter Where it splatter Our blood from the bullet Not ballot I vote for Jim Brown I know it don't rhyme Does it matter that he In fact he won't find Excuses inside of Murphy Brown I'm on a level livin' low Here we go I know If this was Africa I'd try to give a necktie To those runnin' & lyin' disguisin' Three guys (surprise) Tie goes to the runner Not surprised at all About the riot zone And I moan I wish they leave me alone yo This was predicted not self-inflicted By the rapp outta the 'hood They picked it good Hittin' heavy critical aim at all the phony names Prez rembezzlers Who gettin' voted mayor Lookin' at 'em wit' an Evil eye (why lie) I don't buy the fly look As the fall guy I'm livin' low across the tracks Politikin' who stickin' had better Watch their backs In another long hot summer Tie goes to the runner An' I quote I freak da notes I double the dose All she wrote Devour got the power of a double man Get excited just don't bite it or you're in trouble man Got a rhythm to ride A thought provoke 'Cause I don't joke Here's a brother wit' an attitude Don't get me rude Chew it up wass up it's like food |
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from Public Enemy - Greatest Misses (1994)
The monkey ain't no joke
So you want to mess with the coke Boy oh boy oh boy oh boy The monkey ain't no joke You better leave 'em alone He's home grown, he's the cyclone He's the moan groan, Capone, the clone The broken bone, tone You've got to get off my back We got the real Flavor Flav Gettin' down with the sound And he's tellin' you to get off his back He's on your back gives you no slack Don't give me no flack, because I know Toe to toe, go to go He's on my back Get off my back Aslam a lakem And that's the way we take 'em And if we got to frisk you down Then that's the way we shake 'em |
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from Public Enemy - Greatest Misses (1994)
Ridenhour - Gary G-Wiz - H. Shocklee
I gotta do what I gotta do (uh) So who the hell is you To tell me how my song is wrong You don't know Layout & let the drummer go You think my rap's about stealin' But it's about feelin' Sometimes drug dealin' But few know how my flow Don't get the proper review I gotta do what I gotta do Do whatcha gotta do first Ooh Here go da I gotta do what I do best (uh) Kick da Nitti & Ness The danger zone They better leave me alone I got posse Lus the feds had better watch me I picked a bone wit' Arizona Droppin' kickin' a mission Wit' no permission I let 'em know why I did what I did I got dialogue Got 'em to even sing along & got the semiautomatic Tongue to da young When there's static They come & try to get some They had the nerve to call the president An' I wasn't hesitant To scream I was a resident So-called power of the people Lookin' for the truth Like guessin' my vest was never bulletproof I'm edgin' close to the line & it's fine time to know Why the hell & da f--- I try to battle so Much to touch never feedin' A crutch to lean on me Excuses is weak That's why my look is mean To the devils 'bout God Another reason why it's comin' hard My intellect doin' wreckin' effect 'Till it's through Gotta do what I gotta do I Gotta do what dey don't like 'Cause I got a mike The more I push & the more you learn & dey burn, you get another turn To take the helm recreate The realm of leaders Not to say you never need us But in da mirror You can do it, it's so easy to start Yeah baby you can see it on A flow chart And just in case They ever get me in da middle Of things before I go You know I'm gonna take a swang Until dey give what dey never Gave I refuse to be A slave I hijacked The airwaves Let ya know the dirt Swept under the rug Give the brothers a pound My sisters a lil' bigger hugs My rat a tat comin' right & exact 'cause it's true I gotta do what I gotta do |
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from Public Enemy - Greatest Misses (1994)
Risen up in the 'velt
Strong Island New York The 'hood in case You did not know my base There was a ballplayer Who has all the skillz Wit' the pill To pay the piper Plus all the bills Mack the awesome game Practiced in the heat In the rain or in pain Mick so quick 6 foot 6 Down to be picked By anyone but the Celtics Oh what a handle Could score from the floor Wit' people hangin' on 'em PR even hangin' on 'em But what he did best above all the rest was... Grades 9 & 10 Mickey Mack was all dat But in class his ass Sat way in the back How I know 'cause I know I used to flow wit' the bro He didn't mind I used To read him his own headlines 'Cause he could not read 'em His school wouldn't need 'em If the lines wouldn't've went like dis Mickey Mack Jumped over the candle stick And stacked Was his stats But his D was still wack Grades 11 & 12 He found the wrong clientele And all During class he would dribble In the hall But he got in trouble In school but the trouble was It was cool If your brain was just another bubble As long as he could Score fiddy 2 Get 33 re-bounds Fuckin' around Teams lost to 'em He went right thru 'em Division, county, state That's 3 count 'em Championships For a small town bro That's bound to go pro S.A.T.'s didn't matter 'Cause he waz All dat You know the pat on the back He was always in da news You gotta know what it means It means revenue And I'm tellin' you I saw cars and geez Some to our school please approach Hell wit' the principal Where is da coach Went to college four years Wit' a scholarship And came back wit' a championship But when it came to his life He didn't care 'Cause he took it to the air The fall begun When Mickey Mack fell Hell ripped his knee Drafted last by personnel Oh how, he loved the game It was fantastic Until he was cut 'n' couldn't stick Times got tighter & tighter He had an attitude Was rude so he turned Into a fighter School wouldn't give Him a job that he needed Assistant to the assistant coach They didn't need it The he resorted to a Stick up kid - ski mask & gatt But this game he wasn't good at And the drugs on the side Police ambushed his ride Bang it was Another homicide He was ghost you know Hometown hero But now he's zero To those hypocrites Who ripped him blind For his skills Without the will to develop his mind Forever in the news The community views Him only as air hoodlum |
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from Public Enemy - Greatest Misses (1994)
Reach uppity reach gotta reach
Power to the people & the beats Some people accuse some people of crimes Some people get away wit' losin' my rhyme They don't like where I'm comin' from So dey play dumb Dumb diggetty dumbb diggetty dumb But I'm tellin' you what they do Play a fool While the real thief cools in a pool He who got the finger on the war button Talkin' loud ain't sayin' nuttin TV got 'em bigger than life All he needs is a knife Who's the criminal? To the blind def & dumb Hard to see 'em comin' Don't be dumb diggety dumb Politikin' writin' bad checks Still dey gettin' wreck Goin' fo' a nigga neck Rollin' in a blue 'n' white gang Ready to bang biggedy bang Hangin' 'round da hangin' rope Nope n-o-p-e I ain't bendin' for the soap Never understood why the 'hood Half od who's in da joint Now dey got me losin' my point Gotta have it goin' on Born criminal born Take a piece of America back But who had it first Hear the indian curse Robbed & stole so many so much It ain't funny Now who got 'em face on money Politician passin' a bill paid in full C-note rockin' in a pocket How they livin' makin' sure they Lockin' us up I got a feelin' I'm... When it come to somethin' we say What dey don't like is a brother like me On da mike In fact to the gritty ain't none of us wack Noriega had back Jeffrey Dahmer enter the room without cuffs How the hell do we set stuffed In da back of a cell On an isle Ain't it wild What's a criminal? Only if I had one more time to kick The rhythm that keep rippin' down the door So the real crominals get exposed behind the clothes Doors 'n' the suits that make 'n' break da law Lookin' for my own 'cause I had enuff bull I can't understand it must be crooked Way they planned it Police supposed to keep the peace But I can't truss 'em So I keep my piece Loaded & cocked 'Cause I don't miss the block I'm talkin' about the ones who don't get chained to the rock While we go away for the neighborhood crime Never liked what I saw in the law Indiana tress hangin' us instead of leaves We hangin' the rope Real criminals... |
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from Public Enemy - Greatest Misses (1994)
Ridenhour - Drayton - Shocklee Time is gettin' crazy - people clockin' out They're robbin' all the cribs on death wish route Breakin' into cars trying to steal their system 20 pounds on the bar, betcha can't lift 'em Ya throw two punches, now you got no wind Hittin' mega pipes, gettin' super stupid thin Smokin' all the squares and crying all the tears Cause you're workin' for ya boy, came short and full of swears Ya couldn't make the money cause ya smoked up all the product Walkin' round town, skeptalepsy illaroduct Can't be trusted cause you're living in the past Ya should have kept yo ass away from that blast MEGABLAST! Oh please, oh please, oh please, oh please Just give me just one more hit (x8) I got a homeboy who is out on the block He sells mo crack than they sell fish at the dock He runs to every car, thinkin' he's a star He gets his product snatched by some people in a car The car pulls off as he hungs onto the side Of the car that is in motion, guess his product took a ride He tried to sell a demon for a thirty dollar bill Fake gold plate on the back, no frills Fake Hawaiian suit, scratched up knees In his fridgerator, bread, water, cheese An antique fork, how long will it last? We'll see in twelve minutes when he wants the blast MEGABLAST! Oh please, oh please, oh please, oh please Just give me just one more hit (x8) |
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from Public Enemy - Greatest Misses (1994)
Louder Than A Bomb
Ridenhour - Shocklee - Sadler This style seems wild Wait before you treat me like a stepchild Let me tell you why they got me on file 'Cause I give you what you lack Come right and exact Our status is the saddest So I care where you at, black And at home I got a call from Tony Rome The FBI was tappin' my telephone I never live alone I never walk alone My posses always ready, and they're waitin' in my zone Although I live the life that of a resident But I be knowin' the scheme that of the president Tappin' my phone whose crews abused I stand accused of doing harm 'Cause I'm louder than a bomb C'mon C'mon louder etc... I am the rock hard trooper To the bone, the bone, the bone Full grown - consider me - stone Once again and I say it for you to know The troop is always ready, I yell `geronimo' Your CIA, you see I ain't kiddin' Both King and X they got ridda' both A story untold, true, but unknown Professor Griff knows... "I ain't no toast" And not the braggin' or boastin' and plus It ain't no secret why they're tappin' my phone, although I can't keep it a secret So I decided to kick it, yo And yes it weighs a ton I say it once again I'm called the enemy - I'll never be a friend Of those with closed minds, don't know I'm rapid The way that I rap it Is makin' 'em tap it, yeah Never servin 'em well, 'cause I'm an un-Tom It's no secret at all Cause I'm louder than a bomb Cold holdin' the load The burden breakin' the mold I ain't lyin' denyin', 'cause they're checkin' my code Am I buggin' 'cause they're buggin' my phone - for information No tellin' who's sellin' out - power buildin' the nation so... Joinin' the set, the point blank target Every brothers inside - so least not, you forget, no Takin' the blame is not a waste, here taste A bit of the song so you can never be wrong Just a bit of advice, 'cause we be payin' the price 'Cause every brother mans life Is like swingin' the dice, right? Here it is, once again this is The brother to brother The Terminator, the cutter Goin' on an' on - leave alone the grown Get it straight in '88, an' I'll troop it to demonstrate The posse always ready - 98 at 98 My posse come quick, because my posse got velocity Tappin' my phone, they never leave me alone I'm even lethal when I'm unarmed 'Cause I'm louder than a bomb 'Cause the D is for dangerous You can come and get some of this I teach and speak So when its spoke, it's no joke The voice of choice The place shakes with bass Called one for the treble The rhythm is the rebel Here's a funky rhyme that they're tappin' on Just thinkin' I'm breakin' the beats I'm rappin' on CIA FBI All they tell us is lies And when I say it they get alarmed 'Cause I'm louder than a bomb |
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from Public Enemy - Greatest Misses (1994)
Ooh Chuck, they outta get us man
Yo, we gotta dust these boys off In this corner with the 98 Subject of suckers object of hate Who's the one some think is great I'm that one son of a gun Drivin' by wavin' my fist Makin' 'em mad when I'm goin' like this Top gun never on the run They know not to come cause they all get some Goin' quicker in the speedin' lane Jealous can't do it and it's causin' them pain Caught in my smoke all they did was choke Look at my spokes you know I'm no joke Out that window middle finger for all Jealous at my ride, stereo and blackwalls Suckers they got the nerve and gall To talk 'bout the car when they're walkin' tall Suckers to tha side I know you hate my 98 You gonna get yours Suckers to tha side I know you hate my 98 You gonna get yours Pullin' away every day Leavin' you in the dust So you know I get paid on the mile ego trip And 5-o tailin' on my tip Watch me burn rubber fall in my flame This episode is always the same Seein' no comp comin' like I'm blind All left back trailin' my behind I go faster cops try to shoot me They'll get theirs when they try to get me I'll let it go my turbo Run, I'm in the river cause they're movin too slow Laughin' hard at their attempt So what if the judge charged me contempt I'd rub my boomerang cause I'm feelin proud And I wouldn't even hear them cause my radio's loud Suckers to tha side I know you hate my 98 You gonna get yours Suckers to tha side I know you hate my 98 You gonna get yours Cruisin' down the boulevard I treated like some superstar You know the time so don't look hard Get with it the ultimate homeboy car All you suckers in the other ride Wherever I'm comin' get you my side My 98 is tough to chase If you're on my tail better watch your face Smoke is comin' when I burn Rubber when my wheels turn A tinted window so super bad Lookin' like the car the Green Hornet had It's the reason I'm ahead of the pack It's the reason I left them back It's the reason all the people say My 98-O blows 'em all away My 98 Oldsmobile is... My 98 Oldsmobile's so... My 98 Oldsmobile is... My 98 Oldsmobile's like... Suckers to tha side I know you hate my 98 You gonna get yours Suckers to tha side I know you hate my 98 You gonna get yours Understand I don't drive drunk My 98's fly I don't drive no junk No cop gotta a right to call me a punk Take this ticket go to hell and stick it Put me on a kick butt line up, times up This government needs a tune up I don't know what's happenin' what's up Gun in my chest I'm under arrest Sidewalk suckers wanted to spill me So I got my crew and posse Took their girls and got them to thrill me Stepped outside got in my ride Drove them around an' I looked around town Caught 'em out there cold ran 'em over and down They didn't get me and that's the truth Cause the 98-O is bullet proof My 98 Oldsmobile's so... My 98 Oldsmobile is... My 98 Oldsmobile's so... My 98 Oldsmobile's like... |
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from Public Enemy - Greatest Misses (1994)
Pusher of the button
Talkin' loud ain't sayin' nuttin' The mack of the format gettin' fat Ain't funny 'cause my neighborhood Is flowin' money Thank God 4 the boulevard They keep the motor runnin' The rap shows coincide wit' the tape flow Bootleggers go inside and record the record low They get me, get this now can you freestyle Freestyle no styles free except da radio But the radio controlled by the sucker move Who moved away got away after plannin' a getaway An now he wanna play what he wanna play An got say on what is bumpin' of course he's gettin' somethin' Never know what's good to tha neighborhood Swear I never seen da sucker In my necka da woods The ass is connected to the brain stem So I sing a simple song So you can see the sucker in 'em People got to make a call To hear the yes y'all (yes y'all) While the phone keep ringin' You hear some singer singin' Why don't dey play the jammy in the daytime People think it's slammin' plus the rhyme Is hot an got me tunin' The afternoon is FM in the PM Oh if that they could see 'im Out-of-towner not down I think they'll dis him Up goes the season, pop goes the weasel Damn gimme rap no band I want some x-clan I know dey even got it from the giddy Stacked in the back Only black radio station in the city Programmed by a sucker in a suit Slick back hair he don't even live here Raps the number one pick so I draft it I don't care about all the other demographics When the quiet storm come on I fall sleep What dey need is Arbitron on the funky jeep Too bad it's goin' on in fact my word is bond To pull a disappearin' act attack until he gone The whacker jam he play they pay I'm in da day I don't think we gonna miss 'im we don't need 'im anyway Can I kick it Who the hell is on the radio Or who's behind Do you really think they'll mind To play the funky jams That everybody wit' Some Def Jef or Ice T Show they rollin' wit' the syndicate Or can dey get funky Wit' the underground Master ace get a taste Bomb squad gettin' hard Marley mart makin' hipper Trax for Jack The Ripper Pumpin' Eric B or Papa San Still rollin' wit' run Did you think that ever In fact you thought that never Control of your soul Is by a suit and tie Then U wonder why why U never hear a rhyme I say we do 'im Till it's done |
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from Public Enemy - Greatest Misses (1994)
Shocklee - Sadler - Ridenhour
Once again, this is it Turn it up Here we go But this time the rhyme Gonna ask who did the crime Then let's get down to the nitty-gritty Like I wanna know who Picked Wilson's pocket Afth, he rocket it Fact, he shocked it Same kinna thing they threw at James An what did to Redd was a shame The the Black get The bigger the feds want A piece of that ... booty Intentional rape system, like we ain't Payed enough in this bitch, that's why I dissed them I learned we earned, got no concern Instead we burned so where the hell is our return? Plain and simp the system's a pimp But I refuse to be a ho Who stole the soul? Ain't, no, different Than in South Africa Over here they'll go after ya to steal your soul Like over there they stole our gold Yo they say the Black don't know how to act 'Cause we're waitin' for the big payback But we know it'll never come That's why I say come and get some Why when the Black move it, Jack move out Come to stay Jack moves away Ain't we all people? How the hell can a color be no good for a neighborhood Help, straighten me out 'Cause my tribe gets a funny vibe They I'm wrong for singin' a song Without solutions All the dancers answer questions And try to be the best and... Let everybody know before I blow For the sake of what's right I wanna know who stole the soul? We choose to use their ways And holidays notice some of them are heller days Invented bye those who never repented For the sins within that killed my kin But that's all right I try do what a brother does But I'll never know if you're my cuz That's why I try my best to unite And damn the rest if they don't like it Banned from many arenas Word from the motherland has anybody seen her Jack was nimble, Jack was quick Got a question for Jack ask him 40 acres and a mule Jack Where is it why'd you try to fool the Black It wasn't you, but you pledge allegiance To the red, white, and blue Sucker that stole the soul! |
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from Public Enemy - Greatest Misses (1994)
Party For Your Right To Fight
Ridenhour - Shocklee - Sadler Power, equality And we're out to get it I know some of you ain't wid it This party started right in '66 With a pro-Black radical mix Then at the hour of twelve Some force cut the power And emerged from hell It was your so called government That made this occur Like the grafted devils they were J. Edgar Hoover, and he coulda proved to you He had King and X set up Also the party with Newton, Cleaver and Seale He ended, so get up Time to get em back ( You got it ) Get back on the track ( You got it ) Word from the honorable Elijah Muhammed Know who you are to be Black To those that disagree it causes static For the original Black Asiatic man Cream of the earth And was here first And some devils prevent this from being known But you check out the books they own Even masons they know it But refuse to show it, yo But it's proven and fact And it takes a nation of millions to hold us back |
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from Public Enemy - Greatest Misses (1994)
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 - Yo! Bum Rush The Show (1999)
Ooh Chuck, they outta get us man Yo, we gotta dust these boys off In this corner with the 98 Subject of suckers object of hate Who's the one some think is great I'm that one son of a gun Drivin' by wavin' my fist Makin' 'em mad when I'm goin' like this Top gun never on the run They know not to come cause they all get some Goin' quicker in the speedin' lane Jealous can't do it and it's causin' them pain Caught in my smoke all they did was choke Look at my spokes you know I'm no joke Out that window middle finger for all Jealous at my ride, stereo and blackwalls Suckers they got the nerve and gall To talk 'bout the car when they're walkin' tall Suckers to tha side I know you hate my 98 You gonna get yours Suckers to tha side I know you hate my 98 You gonna get yours Pullin' away every day Leavin' you in the dust So you know I get paid on the mile ego trip And 5-o tailin' on my tip Watch me burn rubber fall in my flame This episode is always the same Seein' no comp comin' like I'm blind All left back trailin' my behind I go faster cops try to shoot me They'll get theirs when they try to get me I'll let it go my turbo Run, I'm in the river cause they're movin too slow Laughin' hard at their attempt So what if the judge charged me contempt I'd rub my boomerang cause I'm feelin proud And I wouldn't even hear them cause my radio's loud Suckers to tha side I know you hate my 98 You gonna get yours Suckers to tha side I know you hate my 98 You gonna get yours Cruisin' down the boulevard I treated like some superstar You know the time so don't look hard Get with it the ultimate homeboy car All you suckers in the other ride Wherever I'm comin' get you my side My 98 is tough to chase If you're on my tail better watch your face Smoke is comin' when I burn Rubber when my wheels turn A tinted window so super bad Lookin' like the car the Green Hornet had It's the reason I'm ahead of the pack It's the reason I left them back It's the reason all the people say My 98-O blows 'em all away My 98 Oldsmobile is... My 98 Oldsmobile's so... My 98 Oldsmobile is... My 98 Oldsmobile's like... Suckers to tha side I know you hate my 98 You gonna get yours Suckers to tha side I know you hate my 98 You gonna get yours Understand I don't drive drunk My 98's fly I don't drive no junk No cop gotta a right to call me a punk Take this ticket go to hell and stick it Put me on a kick butt line up, times up This government needs a tune up I don't know what's happenin' what's up Gun in my chest I'm under arrest Sidewalk suckers wanted to spill me So I got my crew and posse Took their girls and got them to thrill me Stepped outside got in my ride Drove them around an' I looked around town Caught 'em out there cold ran 'em over and down They didn't get me and that's the truth Cause the 98-O is bullet proof My 98 Oldsmobile's so... My 98 Oldsmobile is... My 98 Oldsmobile's so... My 98 Oldsmobile's like... |
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from Public Enemy - Yo! Bum Rush The Show (1999)
That woman in the corner cold playin' the role Leave her ass in the corner till her feet get cold Knowin' for a fact that girl is whacked If you hold your hand out she'll turn her back Better walk, don't talk she's all pretend Can't be her friend unless you spend Wall to wall after all Get ready to throw only money at the bitch Cause she thinks she's so phisticated So phisticated So phisticated So phisticated Peekin' an' seekin' inside a book Her demands for a man with a chemical look Wishes an' desires gettin worse with age She doesn't want a man all she wants is a pay Ain't got a man so she goes to a club She thinks it's classy but it's really a pub But that's the kind of place where she likes to go The bitch got a problem Cause she thinks she's so phisticated So phisticated So phisticated So phisticated Jackets, shoes, everyday ties The girl only wants one of those guys Suckers who front it like it ain't no thang Pretend to be friends and don't want that thang Talk like this - don't talk slang Do anything to get that thang Tries to be chic and playin' it off Peekin' through the window saw her take her clothes off Nasty girl - a stone cold freak Stayin' in the bed a whole goddamn week Comin' and leavin' guys servin' up storms From execs with checks boys from the dorms Never kept a name never seen a face She could pass 'em in the street like it never took place I know she's a ho so I'm a go Expose the funky bitch Cause she thinks she's so phisticated So phisticated So phisticated So phisticated Now she wants a sucker boy with an attache And if you ain't got it she'll turn you away You can smile with style as you profile Cause you got a gold tooth an' she thinks you're wild She don't want a brother that's true and black If you're light, you're alright better you stay back Cause the sucker with the bag is out to catch With something in his bag keepin her attached The man's got a plan it's IBM The devil at her level yes it is him His Audi she rides his gold and clothes The ill base method turning up her nose A lack a lack a lack cold beaming her up She's still got the nerve to turn her fuckin' nose up Her status looks at us from down below Now the bitch is in trouble Cause she thinks she's so phisticated So phisticated So phisticated So phisticated Little is known about her past So listen to me cause I know her ass Used to steal money out her boyfriends clothes Never got caught so the story goes She kept doin' that to all her men Found the wrong man when she did it again And still to this day people wonder why He didn't beat the bitch down till she almost died phisticated |
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from Public Enemy - Yo! Bum Rush The Show (1999)
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 - Yo! Bum Rush The Show (1999)
Hey Chuck, we got some non believers out there Yo, we gotta do somethin' about that man Yo, we gotta get stupid Yo, we gotta let 'em know what time it is You go ooh and ahh when I jump in my car People treat me like Kareem Abdul Jabbar No matter who you are when I'm up to par I betcha go hip hop hurray or hurrah But the ahhs and ohhs is my kind of news Pop your tape in put your car in cruise I never heard the boos I never drank booze Cause I just rock the rhythm left alone the blues The L.I. mystique you sneak to peek A look and then you know that we're never weak I know you can't wait it's never too late No fear I'm here and everything is straight Cycles, cycles life runs in cycles New is old no I'm not no psycho The monkey on the back makes the best excel The people in the crowd makes the best rock well The people in the back lets you know who's whack And those who lack the odds are stacked The one who makes the money is white not black You might not believe it but it is like that When you come to my show watch me throw Down with the other brothers toe to toe When you make a move new not used And watch the bro here just bust a groove A fat lady soprano loads my ammo Hear my jam with a funky piano Easy on the wall but hard on the panel A fool smokes Kools cause he chokes on Camels In effect the crew's in check Run by the posse with the gold around the neck Homeboys in heat lookin' for sweet Ladies in the crowd so they can meet Somebody to body makin' a baby Givin' it to grandma an' makin' her crazy I'm a MC protector U.S. defector South African government wrecker Panther power you can feel it in my arm Lookout y'all I'm a timebomb Tickin', tockin', all about rockin' Makin' much dollars while the crazy one's clockin' The rhythm to shake the house downy down Bounce to the ounce is sound the crown The man the enemy Public King no thing All fall to the force of my swing Like Ali Frazier Thriller in Manila A pinpoint point blank microphone killer am I No need to lie got the Flavor Flave To prove I'll win and if not the save I'll pick up, rack up put your whole shack up Just choose to lose the bet emcee stick up This is the wiz but the mike's not his, it's mine One time let the star shine And I'm tellin you yelling at you you're through Don't think you're grown cause your moustache grew I'm number one you know it weighs a ton And I'll be the burger you can be the bun, girl Surroundin' my steady poundin' Get on down to my funky sound And rock the rhythm rhyme one time your mind Rhythm roll two times control The mauler and the caller of your doom And when I'm ready to leave you're gonna know I go boom Three times y'all rhythm rhyme and rock Then you'll that the D is on the block Four times y'all and never ever the whack It's the hour to the minute time to blow BLACK |
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from Public Enemy - Yo! Bum Rush The Show (1999)
All right party people, bust a groove It's guaranteed to shake your butt and make you move I got a little something fly that's gonna keep you high (?) It's not a drug from my little rug It's rap for your earhole that we call a bug Ya know what I'm sayin' Now bust it out There is a lot of people out there That's building up a force Of course that we call a posse None will be grown when you good to go then you're gone You start up with two And you end up with two thousands by the millions You dig what I'm sayin' Now there's a lot of posses out there Trying to take over posses And trying to turn those possses Into their posse But when you got too much Like the gear grabbin' such and such (?) Nobody can take yours So they'll be sweatin' from the pore Trying to take whatcha got They're so hot from the pot Do they get the bad cold An' nose runnin' with the snot Ya know what I'm sayin' What do you got to say about this A force so strong that you can't resist You may as well join 'em - you know you can't beat 'em Pack a hundred people - ya know ya gonna need 'em Straight with the system is down by law Cause every half hour they get nine more They run all the dollars that come in town So either join the crew or get beat down I watched all the guys be so damn cruel Try to get fast - you must be a fool Blood through and through - the boys don't play I seen 'em tax and run an operation today They got too - too - too much posse Yeah, I had a party - much people came by I'm talking to a 'g' cause the 'g' real fly Chillin' in my room - chewin' off her ear Chillin' stypid fly - cause I got stupid gear My door kicked open by her man and crew The 'g' turned to me and said, "Who're you?" I said, "Yo fly. Yeah the 'g' lied." Stuck in the corner while the 'g' cried And then from the back - my homeboys came Wear Uzis and knives and said, "Go blame." (?) Ya lying ass girl with the fake tears We got a big posse and we show no fears We got too - too - too much posse We got too - too - too much posse Yeah, that's right And I'm get ready to step off Ya know what I'm sayin' And all you posses out there That's trying to help posse to posse Yo, we gotta stop that as Scatter your brain from here to White Plains Ya know what I'm sayin' We got the shit that you just can't fuck with |
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from Public Enemy - Yo! Bum Rush The Show (1999)
You spend a buck in the 80's whatcha you get is a preacher Forgivin' this torture of the system that brought 'cha I'm on a mission and you got that right Addin' fuel to the fire - punch to the fight Many have forgotten what we came here for Never knew or had a clue so you're on the floor Just growin not knowin about your past now you're lookin' pretty stupid while you're shakin' your ass Mind over matter - mouth in motion Can't defy cause I'll never be quiet Let's start this Some people fear me when I talk this way Some come near me - some run away Some people take heed to every word I say Some wanna build a posse some stay away Some people think that we plan to fail Wonder why we go under or we go to jail Some ask us why we act the way we act Without lookin' how long they kept us back Mind over matter - mouth in motion Can't defy cause I'll never be quiet Let's start this Yes you if I bore you - I won't ignore you I'm sayin things that they say I'm not supposed to Give you pride that you may not find If you're blind about your past then I'll point behind Kings, Queens, warriors, lovers People proud - sisters and brothers Their biggest fear - suckers get tears When we can top their best idea Mind over matter - mouth in motion Can't defy cause I'll never be quiet Let's start this Right Mind revolution - our solution Mind over matter - mouth in motion Corners don't sell it - no you can't buy it Defy cause I'll never be quiet Let's start this Our solution - mind revolution Can't sell it - no you can't buy it in a potion You lie about the life that you wanted to try Tellin' me about a head - you decided to fly Another brother with the same woes that you face But you shot with the same hands you fall from grace Every brother should be every brother's keeper But you shot with your left while your right was on your beeper Mind over matter - mouth in motion Can't defy cause I'll never be quiet Let's start this As the world turns - it's a terrible waste To see the stupid look stuck on your face Timebomb alarm for the world - just try it Known to all zones as the one man riot I'm on a mission to set you straight Children - it's not too late Explain to the world when it's plain to see To be what the world doesn't want us to be Mind over matter - mouth in motion Can't defy cause I'll never be quiet Let's start this |
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from Public Enemy - Yo! Bum Rush The Show (1999)
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 - Yo! Bum Rush The Show (1999)
I'm cold gettin' busy while I'm shakin' you down I'm on the air - you're on the ground Chuck D - the enemy - words you heed Build for speed - but what you need is Funky fresh s fallin' down on time Your enemy poppin' it - droppin' dime Comin' out rockin' a tomahawk jam And still gettin' fly with the mike in my hand I'm cold coolin' out - layin in the shade Dealers buggin cause they're gonna get sprayed Their intimidator - your Scarface What's goin' on (huh) what's takin' place I don't wear gold but I clock ducats Cause I have the money overflowing out of buckets You want crazy dollars - I make people holler You stick 'em up stupid and I'm snatching biters collars Cause I'm Public Enemy I'll rebuild your mine to alleviate Unnecessary pressures that can recreate The sting that stung Yama-Goochie Foo Yung He bit the Public Enemy he nearly got hung His brain was gettin' bigger than a pregnant toad His heartbeat stopped cause of overload See, I made the beat that broke his back I cut his circulation made his world turn back I find things out like E.S.P. I've got Kreskin's brain velocity Like Alexander Munday - I'm in like Flint Mercedes limousine with a hardcore tint I'm captain of the ships I make 'em walk the planks Riding round the world hundred sixty million francs Not like the kind that you put on the grill Cause I only do it like that when I'm on a chill hill I'm the Public Enemy I'm goin' for the money that man ever made Gettin' thrills from orders that the suckers obeyed It's gettin' late and I can't wait To drive by the bus and rock my tape My car is movin' fast, like a train Never skiddin' off the road not even in the rain I'm cold dodgin' tickets, rockin' all the jams Makin' biters step back and understand I got to the beach, the ground was so sandy Girls on my jock like ants on candy Checking out the fellas with the girls on the side Put ya boat in the water, let's take a ride to the land of party people rocking shocking to the beat Keep ya eyes on ya girl cause ya know I'm gonna cheat I'm gonna max and relax and chill my will Body rockin', brain shockin' makes your heart stand still Where's the Public Enemy |
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from Public Enemy - Yo! Bum Rush The Show (1999)
Yo! Bum Rush The Show Ridenhour - Drayton - Shocklee Yo! Bum rush the show I am taking no prisoners, taking no shorts Breakin' with the metal of a couple of forts While we're hearin' that boom supplement the mix Gonna rush 'em like the Bears in the 46 Homeboys I don't know but they're part of the pack In the plan against the man, bum rush attack For the suckers at the door, if you're up and around For the suckers at the door, we're gonna knock you back down Yo! Bum rush the show ( ) Yo, ??? around ??? ??? You're gonna tell us, man That we can't get inside your spot? Yo man, let me tell you somethin', man We came all the way down here from the Welch Ya know what I'm sayin' Yo man, you're talkin' about gettin' busy Yo, you wanna get busy? Come on, let's step to the back Ya know what I'm sayin' I take you to the back and show you some of my techniques And I'll stomp a mud hole in your ass Bitch Searchin my body for fuckin' what My gun's just for fun and my knife don't cut How can I make you understand I get ill on a posse with my goddamn hands Troubles, not me, I don't mean to cause But you took one look and began to pause Didn't hoolar at the dollar we was willin' to spend But you took one look, wouldn't let our ass in ( ) Yo homes, I don't know what you're talkin' about, man But yo, bust a move man Yo, me and my crew, we were in a four limo over last night Ya know what I'm sayin' And they are on their way my crib, man Now yo, when you feel a ??? ??? ??? talkin' that garbage Yo, me and my crew got cold crash this side of the door Ya know what I'm sayin' Talkin' about a nine? Yo, a nine ain't gonna stop the bum rush, homes ( ) Cold bum rushin' doors like at first it's something All we realize that the show ain't nuthin' For the stunts and the blunts, whole world inside The reason that the mighty used force supplied No comp, we'll stomp all in our way Gave me static so I don't pay It might be a trick that you don't like Comin' in the side door then I'm grabbin' the mike Walkin' and talkin' - fist full in the air It might seem like that we don't care A ho for an oh, a pow for an ow Girls start screamin' all I say is wow Get that sucker who shot that gun Whip his monkey ass till it ain't no fun 5-O showed and wouldn't you know They blamed it on the kid cause all I said was... ( ) Yeeaah man, yo I was at the park last night Ya know what I'm sayin' Gold clocks for megadollars, man An' these brothers, man Walked up to me talkin' about they was gonna stick me up Yo, man, let me tell you somethin', man These are the same brothers, man, that tried to stick up ??? Ya know what I'm sayin' But yo, I got a posse, man That wouldn't let them bum rush my operation Ya know what I'm sayin' |
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from Public Enemy - Yo! Bum Rush The Show (1999)
Ridenhour - Sadler - Shocklee Testing - one - two Testing - one - two The house is now on fire Spread the walls ya'll Everybody get somebody we don't want anybody let fuck nobody Cause you know what time it is It's time to get busy And when it's time to get busy You know what you gotta do You gotta Raise the roof because it's all on fire Not done by the sun or electrical wire Not done by sons stricking matches with daughters But done by scratches so save that water This jam is packed so I just figure All we need is the house to get bigger So startin' with the roof down to the base We're at your service to burn the place Come on Come on Come on Raise the roof That's right Raise the roof Come on With the spot as hot as it can get An' the roof's on fire - you're soaked and wet The puzzle on your face shows as you sweat But your body keeps movin' with no regrets Chandeliers shake, swing from front to back Left to right all night - and the lights don't crack Your minds on the time - hopin' it don't end Cause it's time to get stupid - here we go again Come on Come on Come on raise the roof Come on Raise the roof ya'll Come on Stare at the strope - pull your earlobe For the sights and sounds clear across the globe This jam might hit or miss the charts But the style gets wild as state of the art Dazzling in science - bold in nerve But givin' my house what it deserves Served on the floor cause I get payed Make the fans that left, wished they had'a stayed Realize my friend - ain't this a trip As your body gets railed when you do the flip And your mind gets rocked when we're on the roll Then the freak of the week makes you lose control A Swatch for a watch - so you'll know the time Your crowd gets loud and you clock my rhyme The messiah's on fire and I'm living proof I'll quench your desire and raise your roof Come on Come on raise the roof Come on Raise the roof Come on In school I'm cool throughout the week When the weekend comes - I'm down with the Greeks Frat brothers known across the seven seas Fly ladies of the 80's - sororities The Zetas, Deltas, AKA's Women that keep me in a daze The A-Phi-A - Sigma boys on the move With the Kappas and the Ques and of course the groove And for real it's the deal and the actual fact Takes a nation of millions to hold me back Rejected and accepted as a communist Claimin' fame to my name as a terrorist Makin' money in corners that you'll never see Dodgin' judges and the lawyers and the third degree Nothin' wrong with a song to make the strong survive Realize gave me five cause I kept 'em alive Mislead what you read about my devilish deeds Mislead what I said so you're better off dead Make 'em hear it and see it for the deaf and blind And command it and we'll plan it for incapable minds Take for granted and demand it from the wave of my hand Make the jealous understand it and just say damn When they see me ask a question - "How the hell can it be?" When they watch me pull a serpent straight out of the sea Turn the winter into summer - then from hot to cold Expand my power on the hour - make you all behold From the slammer swing a hammer like the mighty Thor God of thunder, you'll go under - then you'll all applaud And fathom that distance, that the mad must reap Meet Namor sea lord - Prince of the deep Here for you to fear at any cost Tellin you to get busy or you better get lost Livin' lives civilized from the lessons I taught Cities buried underground just because I went off My friends, enemies - better be my friend Is the question people guessin' is this the end? End of the world - are you guessin' yes? Just say and don't delay it - get it off your chest Houses of crack - I've seen too much I go ready - aim - fire - then I'll blow 'em up |
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from Public Enemy - Yo! Bum Rush The Show (1999)
Ridenhour - Drayton - Shocklee Time is gettin' crazy - people clockin' out They're robbin' all the cribs on death wish route Breakin' into cars trying to steal their system 20 pounds on the bar, betcha can't lift 'em Ya throw two punches, now you got no wind Hittin' mega pipes, gettin' super stupid thin Smokin' all the squares and crying all the tears Cause you're workin' for ya boy, came short and full of swears Ya couldn't make the money cause ya smoked up all the product Walkin' round town, skeptalepsy illaroduct Can't be trusted cause you're living in the past Ya should have kept yo ass away from that blast MEGABLAST! Oh please, oh please, oh please, oh please Just give me just one more hit (x8) I got a homeboy who is out on the block He sells mo crack than they sell fish at the dock He runs to every car, thinkin' he's a star He gets his product snatched by some people in a car The car pulls off as he hungs onto the side Of the car that is in motion, guess his product took a ride He tried to sell a demon for a thirty dollar bill Fake gold plate on the back, no frills Fake Hawaiian suit, scratched up knees In his fridgerator, bread, water, cheese An antique fork, how long will it last? We'll see in twelve minutes when he wants the blast MEGABLAST! Oh please, oh please, oh please, oh please Just give me just one more hit (x8) |
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from Public Enemy - Yo! Bum Rush The Show (1999)
Terminator X Speaks With His Hands...
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from He Got Game by Public Enemy [ost] (1999)
The credit belongs to the Team who's in the arena Whose faces are marred by Dust, sweat and blood Who knows the great enthusiasm The great devotions and spends Themselves in a worthy cause Who at best if they win, know The thrills of high achievement And if they fail at least they Fail while daring greatly, so That their place shall never be With those cold and timid souls Who know neither victory Nor defeat... |
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from He Got Game by Public Enemy [ost] (1999)
If man is the father of the son
Is the center of the earth In the middle of the universe Why is this verse comin Six times rehearsed Don't freestyle much so I write em like such Amongst the fiends Controlled by the screens What does it all mean All this shit i'm seein Human beings scream vocal javelins Signs of a local nigga unravelin My wandering Got my ass wondering Where Christ is In all this crisis Hatin Satan Never knew what nice is Check the papers While I bet on Isis More than your eye can see And ears can here Year by year All the sense disappears Nonsense perseveres Prayers laced wit fear Beware 2 triple 0 is near Damn was it somethin I said Pretend you don't see So you turn your head Race scared of it's shadow Does it matter? Thought areparations Got em playin wit the population Nothing to lose Everythings approved People used Even murders excused White men in suits Don't have to jump Still theres 1001 ways To lose wit the shoes God takes care of ol folks and fools While the devil takes care Of makin the rules Folks don't even own themselves Payin mental rent To corporate president 1 outta 1 million residents Be a dissident Who ain't kissin it The politics of chains and whips Got the sick Missin chips and championships What's love got to do Wit what you got Don't let a win get to your head Or a loss to your heart Nonsense perseveres Prayers heed wit fear Beware 2 triple O is near It might feel good Sound a lil somethin Damn the game If it don't mean nuttin What is game who got game Where's the game In life Behind the game Behind the game I got game She got game We got game They got game He got game That millenium Just be killin em Scary Like lies buried in the library When did a state pen Correct anything When piles of us Still be catchin the bus When stacks of cats Packin laundry mats Paid the preachers back But where the teachers at? I ain't even gotta ask it As who's underpaid and Fouled at the basket I can't blame the envy At who gettin the benjis And takin grants for granted Last i checked pyramids Wasn't built like projects Or on government checks Modern day thugs Ain't got no guts Pardon the expression Under governor nuts Last time in a church Be the last time in a church Dead pledged alliance To many cd's and movies Leaving reality Believing fantasy Bleedin fatalities Too many formalities Prayers laced wit fear Beware 2 triple O is here |
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from He Got Game by Public Enemy [ost] (1999)
What do you want
What do you need What will you find Don't be afraid Don't fall asleep Open ya mind I hope this rhyme Gets you in time and space Come to a different place Where you here spiritual Lyrical knowledge In your face...to face Like welfare In these rappers lyrics They need help there Does KRS represent heaven Hell yeah Let me take you elsewhere Where you stand there's A curse there, for sure Unless your mature Grow up if you're immature Then ya livin sinister Your reject the words Of the minister You better get wit your Koran or Bible You won't be livin long If ya livin idle The teacha that's my title Shakin it up wakin it up Makin it up breakin it up Taken it up higher no liar You can't deny tha Public Enemy With the public enema I get's way up in buttock My stuff rock I rocks cause This hip hop The long laster Chuck D wit Blast Murderer I know you heard a The word I be swirvin and servin ya Alert ya while splurt the Divine speech Slow the party down so I can spi-dit to each I teach Mystic lyric don't stop Git it git it you betta hear it Battle? quit it CHORUS Unstoppable Public Enemy on the disc Unstoppable Runnin the game Chuck and Chris Unstoppable Bet you didn't know they had Griff Unstoppable You don't wanna take the risk Chuck verse Can a black headed stepchild Run da mile Forever like a juvenile To stay alive Survivin in a freestyle Yo hold it down Walkin on the wildside To live and die Damn another slow song Yo money put the record Back the fuck on No respect for the usual suspects Madd teens pourin fire On the gasoline The beat fiends Feelin like fever I'm gettin warm Chalkmarks in the rainstorm Children of the gone Lost and forgotten minds rotten The arcade shot em Channel zero on The TV got em If you don't love yourself You can't love nobody If you don't know yourself Then you nobody Do your thing no bang In the same damn gang I never sang I'm back But I transcend slang Silence in the face Of violent crews My rhymes and news be Blacker than most blues Troublin it all come tumblin For the strugglin Occupations Daily operation Stimulations Causin mental violation Minds on vacation In the middle of revelations is a nation |
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from He Got Game by Public Enemy [ost] (1999)
Uh, uh, keep it goin
Yea, whatever [Flavor Flav] Now, now, now Now this is that fly shit, the do or die shit Made shit, platinum shit that make you so sick Flavor Flav ?time ticks, just count the six to eight figures? ? shut em down at the Ritz Thinkin of grits, Kibbles 'n Bits, now I'm in the mix Flav be doin just like this Off the meat rack, got my money stacked Blow out your back, no fakin jacks Kid relax, honey I shrunk the kids Flipped your wig, on top of the world like 'Pac and Big Flavor Flav still stay jig Takin a swing, knock you out like Shannon Briggs Up on your block, money bustin out my socks Yo I'm in it for life, I'm takin a piece of the rock Flavor Flav got a lot, so you know I can't stop In ninety-eight I'm livin on large estates boy! Chorus: *sung* Flavor Flav shake yo' booty Get rich, do your dance, it's your duty Stack paper, and let's get crazy Throw your hands in the air then be Swayze (repeat 2X) [Flavor Flav] Check out my girls, check out my girls Sing that shit G, sing that shit G! Give me the night, like George Benson and have fun, this jam is number one We gonna party til it's done, me and DR goin real far In a black car, fat two-seater Rich like Kedar, on my Def Jam's Let's see how the ball bounce I'ld lampin, so you know I can't fall From Strong Island, still buckwhylin, stylin Profilin, eatin at City Island Now you know the real score, Flavor's raw Catch me on tour, makin mad moves for sure Hittin chicks like galore, we're gonna dance til we shake the floor, I know you party people want more Chorus [Flavor Flav] Word up yo Ha ha, tsk tsk tsk Yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, ha hah Ohh shit, sing it y'all! (Shake it) C'mon, sing it! (Shake it, shake it like ya want) Sing it again, c'mon! (Shake it) Let em hear you (Shake it, shake it like ya want) Yo this is fly, it's fly, it's fly (Shake it) Yo it's blazin (Shake it, shake it like ya want) All this shit is hot (Shake it) Hot hot hot! (Shake it, shake it like ya want) Hot hot hot HOT!!! First of all, Flav never get stuck Still wear my jewels that's trunk Can't mess with the cash that's bad enough tryin to set me up Get me messed up in the game, what's my name? Watch me flame to the Billboard spot I'm HOT HOT HOT, on MTV BET The way you see me, V.I.P. Don't try to make history Stay loyal to fam P.E., ? Nigua, burn your face with a ciggerua Chorus 2X [Flavor Flav] Yeah that's right, two-zero-zero-zero I know it's hot Son, it's blazin We gon' take this shit We gon' flip it to the moon YaknowhatI'msayin? And we gonna flip it off the moon back to New York, and flip it down Broadway YaknowhatI'msayin? All the way down to Hot 97 And we gock it like this, like this yaknowhatI'msayin? Terminator X!! Ha hah, let me hear that one more time, one more time Terminator X!! One more time, one more time, Terminator X! |
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from He Got Game by Public Enemy [ost] (1999)
Crosstown traffic
Black to black You should a seen 'er Long and winding road to the arena Crystal ball I prophesized What was on the horizon Forewarned yall Is it any wonder What kind of ground you goin under A September ender To march madness remember? You never heard a murder Take for example Unsolved mystery Life lost in a funk sample Enter the bandwagons Braggin hangin banners Clearin the way for younger MCs And new hammers What was criticized six years back Is now back With New York on the jersey front and back Feel like Tiger Woods Got madd goods Way up from the cheap seats Comin outta the hood Race to the black seats Amongst the wack seats Be the hardcore Alongside the deadbeats The world lookin on Like spectators At crucified gladiators Feels like a jungle inside Where fish swim birds fly Man got a tendency to die Man falls to the hands of man But damn if i'll ever try To survive at courtside Four tickets to fly Rap or play ball do the game Or duck the drive by Same league that defends Be the same ones that do us in Spys CIA - FBI And them suits in that Corporate sky Eye for an eye The target is the bad guy Heard the war is on From the announcer Bound to get the crowd Bouncin Yes and it counts and In this corner representin the Best in the west Died from four bullets Two in the chest Worshipped on the other side Of TV sets Had madd fans Comin outta both sex Sold, multi platinum Eight times gold But died of homicide Twenty five years old Heard he died in debt too I ain't seen a winner yet, you? The confused crowd boos The move__________ In that corner Number one in the east The peace cursed for life By the mark of the beast Raised by peeps rode jeeps Deep in Brooklyn beats Praised as a hero Who came up off the streets The crowd looks on Claimin sides they don't own A house built up on Their skulls and bones Knew it be a matter of time The play by play Two rappers slain Main So let us pray Wit all the gunnin Crowd goin crazy Gettin bigger Proud to be called a bunch Bitches and niggas The ghetto stage fulla Field nigga goals Hip hop shoot outs vs those house negros Five bodies got on the shot clock Runnin down in the count made The scoreboard rock The referees the LAPD The LVPD Said they couldn't catch What they couldn't see Question Was it bigger than the names Not only in the game But the game behind the game Down to the remaining Seconds of this record Anatomy of a murder Intensity of a mystery Dead and gone As the heads looked on Helpless As the atmosphere preyed on Investigating And the winner be Interscope/UNI Arista/BMG Lost in overtime Da tombstone trophy for people that ______ The rhymes that died Beats that deceased _____best Rest in peace Chorus Rainy days from stormy nights Though the stars shined Days were bright That was then this is now That was them this is how Rainy days from stormy nights Though the stars shined Days were bright Live and die by the sword Come playoff time Is your lord a god Or is your god a dog? |
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from He Got Game by Public Enemy [ost] (1999)
look around what do you see
can you see what I see hard to live without weed catching hell without heed phenomenons phenomns prodigys 20,000 maniacs just gotta be human highlight flicks they wanna be hobbies turned to robberies they killin me the gun didn't know I was loaded devil attempts to get heroes railroaded stole the ball from lost souls for whom the final bell toles confused with moses in street clothes he suppose he the one with the corn rows blessed to do this outside j do you know the way to the ABA one on one it's just begun come to the house of the rising son not one of these programmed cats just off the black where the shot clock at don't back me if I with milky raps smack me if I rhyme on silky tracks takes a nation to get back Mike sometimes the opposite of what ya like I'm tired of the traps within sometimes your brain's your cell prison's the skin you in getting change beyond point blank range combined with the cross it's getting strange here comes the sun but who's gonna stop the rain it's just begun and some got done got to beat the man in the house of the rising son |
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from He Got Game by Public Enemy [ost] (1999)
Revelation, revelation...
(Flavor Flav) Yeah that's right, y'all better act like you know Shit is gettin critical (in all the nations) Shit is gettin crazy, that's right (all the lands) Y'all better listen yo shit is blazin G Shit is blazin, that's right, I'm tryin to let y'all know... Soldiers of the future We are approachin with to be Earth's last battle The war fever's on the rise The lives of many are in the hands of fate Armageddon is the destiny we await In the trenches of the ghettos we meditate Developin our defense, I'm gettin tense I hear the bombs of time tickin As the smoke of fear thickens in the air I cock my glock and give thanks For the peace that will exist, when this war is over Revolutions, revelations will be revealed Babylon has fallen, now time to build, labwars (Chuck D) When I spit at the government bombs like Saddam hit Make you flip to the music with your shit half-lit Harder than time and convicts Rhymes never be basic, afraid of the dark twenty-five to the L, no I just can't face it Need a mill for two passports and face-lifts Ain't tryin to see handcuffs and steel bracelets Twisted politics, high speed chases on the races, locked down places Prophet of rages, reincarnation as gauges set to show off in the blazes Revolution, revelation, resurrection stages Raw like wild dogs locked up in the cages And my brain cell with ice picks under the floor Plottin the war I'll sign a Shakur for sure Revisited, hear the shorties be quizzin it Geronimo Platt, politically incarcerated cats I dwell on all the black males doin time And got me wanderin who invented motherfuckin crime Goin in a tantrum lyrical fits Spread like cancer on tracks that hit Feel the pulse in the boom in the night song Rally up all the people like a Farrakhan Spittin words that'll send em back to Peningon Hittin cats in the head out in Lebanon Through the New World order I'ma carry on Hittin brothers with jewels they can grow on More than wack videos in a dance song If you don't believe it so long and so on So on, prove the player haters so wrong I don't care who the fuck is out there yeah My militant mind stay guerilla zone Shorties feelin me in the chest like a silicone Get ya home with a honeycomb Go to any Coast I'ma bet ya I'ma bust chrome Once again in Terrordome I'll show em My Mics come equipped with chips and fax modems Got the facts and rewrote them 2001, 2002, what's it gonna do? What's it gonna do, gonna do? (Chorus: Chuck D) Revelations 33 1/3 revolutions No solutions, labwars, bulletproofin Revelations 33 1/3 revolutions No solutions, labwars, bulletproofin Revelations 33 1/3 revolutions No solutions, labwars, bulletproofin Age was created in the lab Small pox created in the lab Beats too marks created on the AB The futuristic thinks, BIO pass In nine hundred and ninety eight we gonna take down the head of state and demonstrate non-stop resistance It is time, time for a drastic change. Time to retaliate and wake up I've had enough, enough of the lies enough of the destruction, information and corruption's. False religions, doctors and puddy compoundin and who gets in trouble? And I won't stop no, no No more violence, no, no, no more induses and no more two-face politicians who stab you in the back Plus, mother is too long and I'm densing. And I'll attack and I won't hold back I'm gonna trouble you, hold you and squeeze you until the truth is told You can keep your man-made diseases and your welfare reform, housing projects penitentiary, fake genitals that ain't never really included me Nothin can stop us, not even death (*echoes*) (Chorus: Chuck D) Revelations 33 1/3 revolutions No solutions, labwars, bulletproofin Revelations 33 1/3 revolutions No solutions, labwars, bulletproofin Revelations 33 1/3 revolutions No solutions, labwars, bulletproofin Revelations 33 1/3 revolutions No solutions, labwars, bulletproofin Revelations 33 1/3 revolutions No solutions, labwars, bulletproofin Revelations 33 1/3 revolutions No solutions, labwars, bulletproofin Revelations 33 1/3 revolutions No solutions, labwars... |
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from He Got Game by Public Enemy [ost] (1999)
The way this go down is simple from this day forth
Anything dealin' wit rapstay off this the playoffs no payoffs Strictly skills if your brains insane then stick to ya deals In this field it ain't all about sell in a mil Wit run of the mil So just be tellin' it real But usually it ain't like A third time felon's appeal 'Til a God school 'em and tell the deal I'll allow you to write Maybe allow to bite If you down to fight the power Here's the power to fight I overpower the mic Hit the crow wit da bomb diggy Ring the alarm Now the squads wit me From way back I shown no weakness When I speak this Mentally strong to keep this hit end My speech is given Now listen from the beginning 'Til I reach the endin' My short story's winnin' And keep the beat spinnin' Chorus: You know the name, PE You know the game, PE We ain't for the fame We for the chance (word is bond) I wake up every day wit my game face on You know the name, PE You know the game, PE We ain't for the fame We for the chance (word is bond) I wake up every day wit my game face on We back harder then ever Follow my lead Through the fast lane in the game They follow my speed Either ease off the gas or floor it You ain't ready to get it I don't know why they keep askin' for it This is real TV ain't no castin' for it Cop lights, news, camera no action for it Get the uncut raw If you somewhat sure Hip hop is like a chess game Discussing the war Strategize Move like masterminds When it's yo go And it's yo dough List time Just cash mine last time I welcome |
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from He Got Game by Public Enemy [ost] (1999)
On the outs I lace up, the world I face up
To score on anybody, its war on everybody The new guys come in blood shot between the eyes As long as their sellin that merchandise And one what goes in don't come back The color may be green but its also black And red I know many heads that spent bloodshed Cursed in converses, dead in Pro Keds Now every Tom, Dick, Harry or Joe Smith Skip the spauldings, pony's, and k-swiss High school and college coaches gettin Kickbacks from scholarships and them slave ships Hey Dr. J where you got those moves Was it gettin high in the schools Can it be the shoes? Truth is truth, I tear the fuckin roof off the house Expose them foes with my mouth I see corporate hands up in foreign lands With the man behind the man gettin paid behind the man I hold the rocket stop the hand in my pocket 200 a pair but I'm addicted to the gear They'll make me do things on the court to amaze ya I heard they make em for a buck 8 in Asia They came a long way baby since Clyde Frazier had pumas, pullin mad consumers Them Filas I'm feelin but I cant touch the ceiling Them New Balance hits 120 million The last thing I need is Adidas terminatin my contract For wearing those old pair of wack Reebok low tops covered up by floppy socks Gave me a jump shot before I got jumped and shot Duckin a word from my sponsor Trying to end my year like Kwaanza Been paid since the 8th grade 11th grader, pop the champagne 12th grade start the campaign Gettin fame sign my name in the dotted frame Nike got me pullin re's and g's Shit, I can get shot for these Please god give me 20 more years on these knees To maintain without this game I gotta do keys And I don't wanna go there because its fuckin everywhere Factories wanna be me kids wanna see me Behind the wheels and endorsement deals Its the politics and the tricks behind the kicks |
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from He Got Game by Public Enemy [ost] (1999)
Now here's the pop
Turn around jumper Hits the rim Bounce away The new slave trade Man child 6 feet 5 But juvenile Thin line between gettin bucks And gettin wild Brooklyn style 100,000 miles Parquet tiles Leavin ankles broke in a pile Son gotta ticket to fly He can make it if he try To the sky like a Coney Island ride Gettin pages from his super agent Community rages at the clout Of the cagers No doubt Center stages, madd phases Front behind crazes Flippin thru the faces Paper chases Love in many places Pros and cons/flict between the races He hold the rock Cold from sweat shops Gone the set shot Replaced by sex shops The highest bidder No room for the quitter Game seven tickets Under counterfeiters 3 cities a week Droppin needles like the black beatles Take heed/what you need is CHORUS Track my pitch up Never switch up Smacked the back ups Packed them pick ups Ressurection of the two-man vocal section The spirit in your dark ass direction Duckin them spray ups On my way What I thought be lay ups War under battle boards A thousand one push ups Here marks the return of them Roosevelt rough riders risin Chargin hard/from the point guard Watch what you pray for But know the team that you play for Need I say more Scared of the ressurection Sacrifice yall Maybe the revolution is basketball Changes Generanges which means Rearranged generations Stuck on playstations Them the new plantations I said a million heads Waitin for another nations To make your world be free No shoppin sprees Ain't no stoppin me Heres da feed not the weed Got the seed...god speed ....what you need is CHORUS Sticky D Give you fits/ on them Turnaround Hypocrits Comin and goin like flicks Hear them nets rip At the butcher Gettin all the chips Musta been a road trip Against the Knicks On TV Showcasin kicks Must be the fame Cause his video Gettin all the chicks Woke on a replay on monday Sports center highlights Last second steal Keep em real |
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from He Got Game by Public Enemy [ost] (1999)
Yea, haha.
Oh, kick that shit G. Nuttin. Yea. Sold, black gold, one strong buck, To the Milwaukee Bucks, for a million bucks. Just get him off the streets so he don't get bucked. Super agent to the rescue so he won't get fucked. Uh. Run nigga run to the auction block. But you can't pledge alligence to the block. This buck here, is the right kinda stock. For sale for passin, the right kinda rock. Yo. Auctioneer Stern, to massive fuck. Can a nigga go home to where he used to walk? Come back, but super agent said, "You can't talk" I didn't know basketball had a bauk. Uh the Buck runs laps, while they run craniums. Players be drainin em, owners be claimin em. Super agents fraimin em and then nicknamin em. Drainin they ass, to pack them stadiums. Super agent (Super agent, where are you now?) Super agent (What a hell of a man) (Where you at?) Super agent (Super agent, where are you now?) Never flagrant (Big daddy moves). (Where you at?) Super agent (Super agent, where are you now?) Super agent, (Backstabbin) super agent, (Super agent, where are you now?) Never flagrant (Watch yo back) Let's get it on!! The players ear word for word verbatum. Super agent got him locked. Coaches be hatin him. Super agent wouldn't even come in my hood. If I had no skills, was wackin' no good. Uh, in my neck of the woods the leagues concrete. One can only dream about wood, yea. Feel the grain and let the bills get paid. Pay respect to the projects, And the half court rejects. Scholarships, save that college shit. Then championships, don't pay for the head trips. Can I get a chance if I dont sing or dance? Right about romance? Or wear short pants?-a |
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from He Got Game by Public Enemy [ost] (1999)
Say it takes two to tango
But a crew to bang, yo Superstar shootout Overtime at Durango Clear out/the box out Practice at the range - yo Get the D to step back Unless they be deranged, dough Rae me fa so la ti dough The chiza/rarely do missa Money earner isa Barn burner Highlighted by the headturner Every step you take Televised by Ted Turner TBS and TNT Sunday drain the tray But drew the foul on NBC Ain't no stoppin me I told yall I close the door on the series Swept but they ain't here me In case you forgot This shot is hot Boo yoww Like Stuart on the Scott Haves and have not Go cat go Let the legend grow Game it like you game it Better let em all know 1 for the chiza 2 for the flow 3 to get the heads ready Go cat go Go cat go Go cat go High and down low Do it like you did On the brother wit the fro Good job baby Get the crowd crazy Put that finger up at the section ladies Scream c'mon scream At the chisa and the cream Raised up in Brooklyn But be ballin down in Queens White man's burden Be a black man's dream Badge over troubled green Be a triple team Suits and ties See the envy in the eyes Controllin guys while the Buyers lie about the size High priced Adonises Unkept promises Boxscore forgets all the no name threats Puttin numbers up To get them numbers up Keep bouncin But whos countin? 1 for the chiza 2 for the flow 3 to get the heads ready Go cat go Go cat go Go cat go High and down low Do like you did On the brother With the fro Go cat go Let the legend grow Game it like you game it Better let em all know Go cat go Let a player know Coney Island style Before you go pro |
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from He Got Game by Public Enemy [ost] (1999)
Virgin bitches With rockin' clitches Gettin' riches Snitchin' and trippin' your way into the here at The devil carried the cross to Christ On the back of a black angelic hood rat On an anti low jack crack hat I'm humble But I'll rumble With any given devil On any given level But must I put into effect And black caught ??? No don't test me Checks from the ass to the throne Grown, I'ma do it my way Oh, by the way, I don't play So what you say about this lost and found In lust but bound To get the stacks From the last sex acts Sack the Government tongue kissed the devils daughter And sent native daughters to the slaughter The last six chapters of an anti-nigga knock Entitled life in the fast lane Like death, in the last lane I live, until the day I die I live, until the day I cry I'm dead, the day I lie I'm not takin' pay off's And lay off's Knockin' G's off From the tip off Less academic callories Hope to make a high price salary I got 40 acres to comphiscate I got a mule that can't wait to ??? On who gets paid And who gets layed And who gets saved And who gets sprayed By burnt pale faces Fiends in high places Faces and faces chasin' traces and cases and cases of case suits Gettin' loot In a two piece multi national corporation noose Around the neck of his pops Got locked and dropped by a dirty cop Stop I got an attitude how do you figure Am I supposed to be a nigga Am I supposed to be a nigga Am I supposed to be a nigga Am I supposed to be a nigga |
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from Public Enemy - It Takes a Nation Of Millions To Hold Us Back (1988)
Bass! How low can you go?
Death row. What a brother knows. Once again, back is the incredible the thyme animal the incredible D, Public Enemy Number One "Five-O" said, "Freeze!" and I got numb Can I tell 'em that I really never had a gun? But it's the wax that the Terminator X spun Now they got me in a cell 'cause my records, they sell 'Cause a brother like me said, "Well... ...Frarrakhan's a prophet and I think you ought to listen to what he can say to you, what you ought to do." Follow for now, power of the people, say, "Make a miracle, D, pump the lyrical" Black is back, all in, we're gonna win Check it out, yeah y'all, here we go again: Turn it up! Bring the noise! Never badder than bad 'cause the brother is madder than mad At the fact that's corrupt as a senator Soul on roll, but you treat it like soap on a rope 'Cause the beats in the lines are so dope Listen for lessons I'm saying inside music that the critics are blasting me for They'll never care for the brothers and sisters now across the country has us up for the war We got to demonstrate, come on now, they're gonna have to wait Till we get it right Radio stations I question their blackness They call themselves black, but we'll see if they'll play this Turn it up! Bring the noise! Get from in front of me, the crowd runs to me My deejay is warm, he's X, I call him Norm, ya know He can cut a record from side to side So what, the ride, the glide should be much safer than a suicide Soul control, beat is the father of your rock'n'roll Music for whatcha, for whichin', you call a band, man Makin' a music, abuse it, but you can't do it, ya know You call 'em demos, but we ride limos, too Whatcha gonna do? Rap is not afraid of you Beat is for Sonny Bono, beat is for Yoko Ono Run-DMC first said a deejay could be a band Stand on its feet, get you out your seat Beat is for Eric B. and LL, as well, hell Wax is for Anthrax, still it can rock bells Ever forever, universal, it will sell Time for me to exit, Terminator X-it From coast to coast, so you stop being like a comatose "Stand, my man? The beat's the same with a boost toast Rock with some pizzazz, it will last. Why you ask? Roll with the rock stars, still never get accepted as We got to plead the Fifth, we can investigate Don't need to wait, get the record straight Hey, posse's in effect, got the Flavor Terminator X to sign checks, play to get paid We got to check it out down on the avenue A magazine or two is dissing me and dissing you Yeah, I'm telling you... |
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from Public Enemy - It Takes a Nation Of Millions To Hold Us Back (1988)
Don't Believe The Hype
Ridenhour - Shocklee - Sadler Back Caught you lookin' for the same thing It's a new thing - check out this I bring Uh Oh the roll below the level 'Cause I'm livin' low next to the bass, C'mon Turn up the radio They claim that I'm a criminal By now I wonder how Some people never know The enemy could be their friend, guardian I'm not a hooligan I rock the party and Clear all the madness, I'm not a racist Preach to teach to all 'Cause some they never had this Number one, not born to run About the gun... I wasn't licensed to have one The minute they see me, fear me I'm the epitome - a public enemy Used, abused without clues I refused to blow a fuse They even had it on the news Don't believe the hype... Yes Was the start of my last jam So here it is again, another def jam But since I gave you all a little something That we knew you lacked They still consider me a new jack All the critics you can hang'em I'll hold the rope But they hope to the pope And pray it ain't dope The follower of Farrakhan Don't tell me that you understand Until you hear the man The book of the new school rap game Writers treat me like Coltrane, insane Yes to them, but to me I'm a different kind We're brothers of the same mind, unblind Caught in the middle and Not surrenderin' I don't rhyme for the sake of of riddlin' Some claim that I'm a smuggler Some say I never heard of 'ya A rap burgler, false media We don't need it do we? It's fake that's what it be to 'ya, dig me? Don't believe the hype... Don't believe the hype - its a sequel As an equal, can I get this through to you My 98's boomin' with a trunk of funk All the jealous punks can't stop the dunk Comin' from the school of hard knocks Some perpetrate, they drink Clorox Attack the black, cause I know they lack exact The cold facts, and still they try to Xerox Leader of the new school, uncool Never played the fool, just made the rules Remember there's a need to get alarmed Again I said I was a timebomb In the daytime the radio's scared of me 'Cause I'm mad, plus I'm the enemy They can't c'mon and play with me in primetime 'Cause I know the time, plus I'm gettin' mine I get on the mix late in the night They know I'm livin' right, so here go the mike, sike Before I let it go, don't rush my show You try to reach and grab and get elbowed Word to herb, yo if you can't swing this Just a little bit of the taste of the bass for you As you get up and dance at the LQ When some deny it, defy if I swing bolos Then they clear the lane I go solo The meaning of all of that Some media is the whack You believe it's true, it blows me through the roof Suckers, liars get me a shovel Some writers I know are damn devils For them I say don't believe the hype Yo Chuck, they must be on a pipe, right? Their pens and pads I'll snatch 'Cause I've had it I'm not an addict fiendin' for static I'll see their tape recoreder and grab it No, you can't have it back silly rabbit I'm going' to my media assassin Harry Allen, I gotta ask him Yo Harry, you're a writer, are we that type? Don't believe the hype I got flavor and all those things you know Yeah boy, part two bum rush and show Yo Griff, get the green black red and Gold down countdown to Armageddon -88 you wait the S1Ws will Rock the hard jams - treat it like a seminar Teach the bourgeoise, and rock the boulevard Some sau I'm negative But they're not positive But what I got to give... The media says this |
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from Public Enemy - It Takes a Nation Of Millions To Hold Us Back (1988)
Rogers - Ridenhour - Drayton
Go, Go, Go, Go, Go, Go Take A look at his style Take A check of the sound Off the record people keep him down Trick a chick in Miami Terminator X packs the jams Whow gives a fuck about a Goddamn Grammy Anyway and I say the D's |
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