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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 - There'S A Poison Goin' On (1999)
I come out my crib
Walk out on the block it¹s hot Yo there¹s a black car parked on the corner hot boys Tnt be creepin, while niggas be on the side Of the soda machine sleeping Word up kid, they seen what you did In the car parked way down the block with binoculars That¹s what they got. Helicopters parked out on the roof 10,000 disposable cameras taking pictures for proof You know what this is That all y'all, get on the wall y'all Take your worth out ya ass in the stall y'all Or you take a mean bad fall y'all Tnt they be playin for keeps Wipe you off your teeth like cavity creep. Word is born, your kids miss you when your gone But life still goes on, you think they give a fuck? Yo it¹s hot, what they got, 41 shots Bad boys bad boys what ya gonna do If you get caught by our muthafuckin crew Shot 41 only hit 19 They need target practice, that¹s what it seems to me Ally al is sharpton dan a tack I¹ma be like ally al and fight ya back What, do you want to go to war, you want war? Do you want to go to war, you want war? I¹ll bury all you cocka la roaches for breakfast Shit you out and throw you in the water for the next fish Cuz i can do that shit g F-l-a-v-o-r f-l-a-v see. To the highest degree times 3 That¹s what you get fuckin with my family Word is born, your kids miss you when your gone But life still goes on, you think they give a fuck? Yo it¹s hot, what they got, 41 shots Shootin at oj Don¹t know if he did it Racist mutherfuckers mad cause they ain¹t with it The police get out the car searchin for nuthin If you got sumthin, then they got you for sumthin That¹s fucked up, the way they play dirty Lock em up in jail until he¹s past thirty They don¹t give a fuck about you They don¹t give a fuck about me I¹m past thirty three Word is born, born is my word I got you before my word fails Fuck whatcha heard I keep it real, you never catch me fakin When it comes down to money that¹s what i¹m making Don¹t try and take my shit yo, i know lex yo I¹ll have a fit yo I¹ll turn the whole mutherfuckin block on you yo And that leaves you with nowhere to go Secretly by the police you was hired You my favorite customer i didn¹t know you was wired A nik on the ground, covered by my feet Ay yo rah get the heat Word is born, your kids miss you when your gone But life still goes on, you think they give a fuck? Yo it¹s hot, what they got, 41 shots |
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from Public Enemy - There'S A Poison Goin' On (1999)
I come out my crib
Walk out on the block it¹s hot Yo there¹s a black car parked on the corner hot boys Tnt be creepin, while niggas be on the side Of the soda machine sleeping Word up kid, they seen what you did In the car parked way down the block with binoculars That¹s what they got. Helicopters parked out on the roof 10,000 disposable cameras taking pictures for proof You know what this is That all y'all, get on the wall y'all Take your worth out ya ass in the stall y'all Or you take a mean bad fall y'all Tnt they be playin for keeps Wipe you off your teeth like cavity creep. Word is born, your kids miss you when your gone But life still goes on, you think they give a fuck? Yo it¹s hot, what they got, 41 shots Bad boys bad boys what ya gonna do If you get caught by our muthafuckin crew Shot 41 only hit 19 They need target practice, that¹s what it seems to me Ally al is sharpton dan a tack I¹ma be like ally al and fight ya back What, do you want to go to war, you want war? Do you want to go to war, you want war? I¹ll bury all you cocka la roaches for breakfast Shit you out and throw you in the water for the next fish Cuz i can do that shit g F-l-a-v-o-r f-l-a-v see. To the highest degree times 3 That¹s what you get fuckin with my family Word is born, your kids miss you when your gone But life still goes on, you think they give a fuck? Yo it¹s hot, what they got, 41 shots Shootin at oj Don¹t know if he did it Racist mutherfuckers mad cause they ain¹t with it The police get out the car searchin for nuthin If you got sumthin, then they got you for sumthin That¹s fucked up, the way they play dirty Lock em up in jail until he¹s past thirty They don¹t give a fuck about you They don¹t give a fuck about me I¹m past thirty three Word is born, born is my word I got you before my word fails Fuck whatcha heard I keep it real, you never catch me fakin When it comes down to money that¹s what i¹m making Don¹t try and take my shit yo, i know lex yo I¹ll have a fit yo I¹ll turn the whole mutherfuckin block on you yo And that leaves you with nowhere to go Secretly by the police you was hired You my favorite customer i didn¹t know you was wired A nik on the ground, covered by my feet Ay yo rah get the heat Word is born, your kids miss you when your gone But life still goes on, you think they give a fuck? Yo it¹s hot, what they got, 41 shots |
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from Public Enemy - Revolverlution (2002)
Can it be easy as 5 4 3 2 1
Damn sun Heard it was easy as 1 2 3 We don't control the 3 e's Still we be on the plantation And you be in trouble b Dizzy whirls and niggerlodeons In the nigger time 24 duckin the war No shirt on like Wakin up at 3pm, no job Ridin around on a bike Hair half braided Half combed out Smoked out Still braggin about How cats gonna come up Get that hustle on While them babies born Headed to the club to get more chicks , cmon These rhymes ain't got The glow of your normal Fairytales As another color passes Another brother fails No singin or blingin Freestyle wingin Beer can sittin around Waitin for highlghts on espn 4 3 2 1 over it Some Vince Carter dunkin on Mike ,an shit Get yourself together Before these feds start Scrapin Heads off the street Sendin cats to the middle of heat Far in the so called middle east Somebody gotta Communicate Beyond the beats 5 retail chains Got your brains trained To consume anything With a bang and a boom Gimme room I'm sayin It's a scam to pay for airplay today But 4 major corps Bought your support Check the fine print That cd you bought Sony Time Warner Universal Notorius BMG No lie they just got EMI 3 radio corporations Own all them so called Black stations While two tv stations Gotcha kids waitin WB we be Hatin the fact Every 5 seconds Canned laughter Rolls off the faces of blacks U p n you pick a nigger To make the problem Nigger As I await the one video arm Viacom To get bombed No doubt |
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from Public Enemy - 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 Def Jam 25: Volume 1 (DJ Bring That Back) (2008-1997) (2009)
Hit me
Going, going, gone Now i dialed 9-1-1 a long time ago Don't you see how late they're reactin' They only come and they come when they wanna So get the morgue enbalm the goner They don't care cuz they stay paid anyway They teach ya like an ace they ain't be betrayed I know you stumble with no use people If your life is on the line they you're dead today Late comings with the late comin' stretcher That's a body bag in disguise y'all betcha I call 'em body snatchers quick they come to fetch ya? With an autopsy ambulance just to dissect ya They are the kings cuz they swing amputation Lose your arms, your legs to them it's compilation I can prove it to you watch the rotation It all adds up to a funky situation So get up get get get get down 9-1-1 is a joke in yo' town Get up get get get get down Late 9-1-1 wears the late crown 9-1-1 is a joke ( ) Everyday they don't never come correct You can ask my man right here with the broken neck He's a witness to the job never being done He would've been in full 8 9-1-1 Was a joke cuz they' always jokin' They the token to your life when it's croakin' They need to be in a pawn shop on a 9-1-1 is a joke we don't want 'em I call a cab cuz a cab will come quicker The doctors huddle up and call a flea ficker The reason that I say that cuz they Flick you off like fleas They be laughin' at ya while you're crawlin' on your knees And to the strength so go the length Thinkin' you are first when you really are tenth You better wake up and smell the real flavor Cuz 9-1-1 is a fake life saver Chourus Ow, ow, 9-1-1 is a joke |
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from 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 - Muse Sick-N-Hour Mess Age (1999)
We got so much soul
You can damn near see it Spinnin on a 45 I've come to the conclusion Clear the confusion My point is to rock Dis funky joint Don't you know I got tangled In the Star-Spangled Banner In the middle of Alabama Or was it Tennessee or Arkansas New York and Cali got the same Amount of race rallies I know they wanna hang me Straight around the neck So I'm knockin off the hand checks So you can When I say what it is It ain't nutting but a song Krackas, killas, kidnappas KKK tries to blame it on the rappers They don't count the ones That bounce to the 40 ounce Or the runts dat get stunted By the blunts This time I'm gonna take it down the line To the ones that are ready They be holdin it steady When a song so wrong So many be singin it Strangled tangled Caught in a Spangled Banner got em on dat camera Stars I'm seein from A beatdown in a slamma Oh say can you see But you can't Uncle Sammy wears the pants Tom's his bitch When he's swingin a switch Rather stick da poor up And give it to da rich I always thought dat power Was to the people, we the people Oh say can I see we ain't people When I pledge allegiance I shoulda got a sticka 1st grade/2nd grade I shoulda just kicked a Verse in the middle of class Instead of singin bout bombs Like a dumb ass Land of the free Home of the brave And hell with us niggas we slaves That shoulda been the last line Of a song that's wrong form to get So when everybody stand I sit The red is for blood shed The blue is for the sad ass songs We be singin in church while white man's heaven is black man's hell The stars what we way when we Got our ass beat Stripes whip marks in our backs White is for the obvious Ain't no black in that flag |
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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 - 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 - New Whirl Odor (2005)
[Chuck verse 1]
We dont control sht No education Enforcement Economics Depending on governments Forever in a plantation state Damn this is why i hate hate Wanna do something for the people Make us equal Instead of creatures Who got human features Let the whole world reach you Things classrooms cant teach you Now can you dig it? Sing the song till we all get along Feed the poor Damn the law When they trained em, taught em Killed em when they caught em Set up wet up When they no longer could afford em Put disease across the seas Got the third world on their knees Get it As long as the people got something to say As long as the people got something to say [Griff verse 2] At this critical junction the administration can't function Taking our civil liberties over high price luncheons it's nothin when your considered a sheepole As long as the people got something to say "We the people" They need a war to justify the taking of lives, they manage the lie behind the lie behind the lie. Now you can't run and hide it's high tech genocide They never taught you the truth or how to survive They clone doctors to put a spin on it Hip hop heads to shook to pull the cover off it. It may effect there sales tip the scale The way it looks they'll end up dead or in jail. We busy spinning and grinning on 26's you sitting Change your god for your wealth thinking heaven your gettin. You must be pre-sistance in mass resistance Love thy enemy and make this committment To engage in struggle, with a clench fist lift it Be true to self before the GOD end this. Yo! Public enemy we back in your......... |
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from Public Enemy - Away From Here (2007)
I'm so sick, sick, sick and tired
Of working just to be retired I don't want to get that far I don't want your company car Promotions aint my thing Name badges are not interesting It's much easier for me see To stay at home with Richard and Judy Awayaway oh oh oh away from here... Awayaway oh oh oh away from here Awayaway oh oh oh away from here Awayaway oh oh oh away from here I'm fed up of early mornings Wake up calls are getting boring round here Feet dragging on the pavement The same people with the same arrangement Irony can be quite funny You making other people money My working day has just begun its not exactly what i would call fun I want to wake up in the afternoon With daytime TV and my favourite tune Cos it is much easier for me see To stay at home with Richard and Judy Awayaway oh oh oh away from here..... Away away away away from Saturday is your only highlight When you go out and live the highlife meeting up with other people your interaction with the weak and feable Atleast when all is said and done You wouldn't be the only one To be a slave to the modern wage Your crappy weekend is your only escape I want to wake up in the afternoon With daytime TV and my favourite tune Cos it is much easier for me To stay at home with Richard and Judy Awayaway oh oh oh away from here..... Away away away away from here |
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from 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 - Revolverlution (2002)
So here we go y'all
Little by little you know We got the power And the knowledge to move 'em And still rock A super song for the cause so... Feel the load on your brain for the episode And we just begun, it's number one y'all Brother Black, the B is back So check it out And 'ya don't, I won't, if 'ya still, I will Take 3 jams and hold 'em, this what I told 'em To rock the other side, the sucker lied Said he would shock but never tried, and so I Took 'em away, I never stayed y'all Called the Flavor Flav to make another record To get played He made a jam to get you stammed Back to back in the place where the suckers are basin' Whatever it takes to make it hardcore We gonna roll it raw That's what you but it for, c'mon You roll in your ride, the DJ decides To play it on the radio The A side He gives it a try But never gives it a try And the people request the best On the B side Food for the brain, beats for the feet People on the dance floor Never claimin' a receipt Had a good time rockin', rollin' on the go rhyme The rhythm supplied by the superior B side They had to twist and turn and shout Turn the jam out, getcha' ready now, c'mon The situation put you in To where you're sweatin' in Hysterical B side, c'mon inside Request the best to give a test And never give a rest Your guess is good as my guess And while I'm guessin' your guessin', yo listen this is.. A DJ to play to give a lesson And his name is Terminator X And the sucker on the right gets cynical 'Cause the record's to the left and political And you search the stores Attack the racks with your claws For the rebels without a pause 'Cause the B side Wins again, again, again Yo Black, some of you are all in To make sure the crowd Get loud wit' it on the dance floor 'Cause the B is pure sure You never knew the crowd was this hype But you thought we was that type To start a riot, we ain't quiet Kickin' a thunderstorm with a song Why would we dare you to come along Pump up the music, pump the sound Once again we gonna do it like this now And while I'm throwin', you're goin' And you know it's time for man on a mission To listen 'cause he's in the house He's Terminator X |
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from Public Enemy - Muse Sick-N-Hour Mess Age (1999)
Huffed and he puffed
Huffed and he puffed Blew tha house down Now how dat sound Never no never Give up gotta gotta live up To my name Triple double in da rap game Cause I ain't goin niggatronic Smart enough to know I ain't bionic Wit my main man Harry Not Connick Rather rap my black ass off Getcha hooked on phonics Good enough to know no endo Thru it out tha window Along wit tha Super Nintendo I'm a strict daddy Got dat right God damn right But have a good time/Dyn-o-mite It's just that I don't talk That same ol crap (shit) Cause Papa got a brand new Bag fulla rap (hitz) The world don't work no more no more The world won't work no more Ain't gonna work no more no more My main knick knack paddy wack C'mon and give a damn Confrontational man Is what I am Is what I am I'm tearin down da house that Jack built Cause he killt whoever he wanted and hunted And tax the backs of the environment macks Who plan in da silence of the skams A world dat won't work No more/no more Mother earth gets treated like a whore And he doeth great wonders So that he maketh fire come Down from heaven on the earth In sight of men Toms to the left of me Bombin to the right World good night He got destruction In his appetite On a platter a planet To him it doesn't matter 3-2 at the plate Up go the greedy batter Environmental alarm To all not some Good God 'Cause we don't get two of em I was told that oil and water don't mix But the new world order Got a disorder And so I diss Cuss my disgust If I must One earth is da birth outta all of us And so I diss After the math Disaster wit a European autograph Gonna be bedlam If he spread em Da trigga is cocked Nowhere to flock Gonna be bedlam If he spread em Pass da word F what you heard Gonna be bedlam If he spread em Glock is cocked Now drop da props Gonna be bedlam If we spread em The day the whole world couldn't do it Repent Oh no! Check the preacher what he spent One way ticket to God to fix scars Woman and man runnin the land, sea and air poor Do we all go the way of the dinosaur? or To hell and back attack The new clear fog got us sniffin like Atomic dogs Pocket fulla pimp daddy moves Put a code on a can Whatta hell of a man, shootin Trigga pollution, planet prostitution Uprootin da third We go to the way of the bird Can't do whatcha want to da place Don't waste my place Where you from? We only got one |
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from Public Enemy - It Takes a Nation Of Millions To Hold Us Back (1988)
I got a letter from the government
The other day I opened and read it It said they were suckers They wanted me for their army or whatever Picture me given' a damn - I said never Here is a land that never gave a damn About a brother like me and myself Because they never did I wasn't wit' it, but just that very minute... It occured to me The suckers had authority Cold sweatin' as I dwell in my cell How long has it been? They got me sittin' in the state pen I gotta get out - but that thought was thought before I contemplated a plan on the cell floor I'm not a fugitive on the run But a brother like me begun - to be another one Public enemy servin' time - they drew the line y'all To criticize me some crime - never the less They could not understand that I'm a Black man And I could never be a veteran On the strength, the situation's unreal I got a raw deal, so I'm goin' for the steel They got me rottin' in the time that I'm servin' Tellin' you what happened the same time they're throwin' 4 of us packed in a cell like slaves - oh well The same motherfucker got us livin' is his hell You have to realize - what its a form of slavery Organized under a swarm of devils Straight up - word'em up on the level The reasons are several, most of them federal Here is my plan anyway and I say I got gusto, but only some I can trust - yo Some do a bid from 1 to 10 And I never did, and plus I never been I'm on a tier where no tears should ever fall Cell block and locked - I never clock it y'all 'Cause time and time again time They got me servin' to those and to them I'm not a citizen But ever when I catch a C-O Sleepin' on the job - my plan is on go-ahead On the strength, I'ma tell you the deal I got nothin' to lose 'Cause I'm goin' for the steel You know I caught a C-O Fallin' asleep on death row I grabbed his gun - then he did what I said so And everyman's got served Along with the time they served Decency was deserved To understand my demands I gave a warnin' - I wanted the governor, y'all And plus the warden to know That I was innocent - Because I'm militant Posing a threat, you bet it's fuckin' up the government My plan said I had to get out and break north Just like with Oliver's neck I had to get off - my boys had the feds in check They couldn't do nuthin' We had a force to instigate a prison riot This is what it takes for peace So I just took the piece Black for Black inside time to cut the leash Freedom to get out - to the ghetto - no sell out 6 C-Os we got we ought to put their head out But I'll give 'em a chance, cause I'm civilized As for the rest of the world, they can't realize A cell is hell - I'm a rebel so I rebel Between bars, got me thinkin' like an animal Got a woman C-O to call me a copter She tried to get away, and I popped her Twice, right Now who wanna get nice? I had 6 C-Os, now it's 5 to go And I'm serious - call me delirious But I'm still a captive I gotta rap this Time to break as time grows intense I got the steel in my right hand Now I'm lookin' for the fence I ventured into the courtyard Followed by 52 brothers Bruised, battered, and scarred but hard Goin' out with a bang Ready to bang out But power from the sky And from the tower shots rang out A high number of dose - yes And some came close Figure I trigger my steel Stand and hold my post This is what I mean - an anti-nigger machine If I come out alive and then they won't - come clean And then I threw up my steel bullets - flew up Blew up, who shot... What, who, the bazooka was who And to my rescue, it was the S1Ws Secured my getaway, so I just gotaway The joint broke, from the black smoke Then they saw it was rougher thatn the average bluffer 'Cause the steel was black, the attitude exact Now the chase is on tellin' you to c'mon 53 brothers on the run, and we are gone |
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from Public Enemy - It Takes a Nation Of Millions To Hold Us Back (1988)
I got a letter from the government
The other day I opened and read it It said they were suckers They wanted me for their army or whatever Picture me given' a damn - I said never Here is a land that never gave a damn About a brother like me and myself Because they never did I wasn't wit' it, but just that very minute... It occured to me The suckers had authority Cold sweatin' as I dwell in my cell How long has it been? They got me sittin' in the state pen I gotta get out - but that thought was thought before I contemplated a plan on the cell floor I'm not a fugitive on the run But a brother like me begun - to be another one Public enemy servin' time - they drew the line y'all To criticize me some crime - never the less They could not understand that I'm a Black man And I could never be a veteran On the strength, the situation's unreal I got a raw deal, so I'm goin' for the steel They got me rottin' in the time that I'm servin' Tellin' you what happened the same time they're throwin' 4 of us packed in a cell like slaves - oh well The same motherfucker got us livin' is his hell You have to realize - what its a form of slavery Organized under a swarm of devils Straight up - word'em up on the level The reasons are several, most of them federal Here is my plan anyway and I say I got gusto, but only some I can trust - yo Some do a bid from 1 to 10 And I never did, and plus I never been I'm on a tier where no tears should ever fall Cell block and locked - I never clock it y'all 'Cause time and time again time They got me servin' to those and to them I'm not a citizen But ever when I catch a C-O Sleepin' on the job - my plan is on go-ahead On the strength, I'ma tell you the deal I got nothin' to lose 'Cause I'm goin' for the steel You know I caught a C-O Fallin' asleep on death row I grabbed his gun - then he did what I said so And everyman's got served Along with the time they served Decency was deserved To understand my demands I gave a warnin' - I wanted the governor, y'all And plus the warden to know That I was innocent - Because I'm militant Posing a threat, you bet it's fuckin' up the government My plan said I had to get out and break north Just like with Oliver's neck I had to get off - my boys had the feds in check They couldn't do nuthin' We had a force to instigate a prison riot This is what it takes for peace So I just took the piece Black for Black inside time to cut the leash Freedom to get out - to the ghetto - no sell out 6 C-Os we got we ought to put their head out But I'll give 'em a chance, cause I'm civilized As for the rest of the world, they can't realize A cell is hell - I'm a rebel so I rebel Between bars, got me thinkin' like an animal Got a woman C-O to call me a copter She tried to get away, and I popped her Twice, right Now who wanna get nice? I had 6 C-Os, now it's 5 to go And I'm serious - call me delirious But I'm still a captive I gotta rap this Time to break as time grows intense I got the steel in my right hand Now I'm lookin' for the fence I ventured into the courtyard Followed by 52 brothers Bruised, battered, and scarred but hard Goin' out with a bang Ready to bang out But power from the sky And from the tower shots rang out A high number of dose - yes And some came close Figure I trigger my steel Stand and hold my post This is what I mean - an anti-nigger machine If I come out alive and then they won't - come clean And then I threw up my steel bullets - flew up Blew up, who shot... What, who, the bazooka was who And to my rescue, it was the S1Ws Secured my getaway, so I just gotaway The joint broke, from the black smoke Then they saw it was rougher thatn the average bluffer 'Cause the steel was black, the attitude exact Now the chase is on tellin' you to c'mon 53 brothers on the run, and we are gone |
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from Public Enemy - Bring That Beat Back (2005)
Played in Cincinnati
Wit my whole head nappy Made a rally in the street Wit nothin' but a beat Gotta grudge against a judge Kick 'em out that seat You are what you eat So what you eatin'? Same message to your mind Be self defeatin' Sick n tired of bein' sick And tired of bein' beaten Saw 'em drop it like it Was way too hot and too fast For hip hop, doo wop, rock or bop Ain't here to hurt you Don't hang in them circles Government ain't got me Yet so y'all don't stop me See a stampede of fake cats Runnin' from Bill Cosby What does he gotta do wit you doin' you? Y'all know what? DJ, Lord gimme that cut Bring that beat back That's what's up Feedback from truly Freed blacks Gotta think outta this Box of hard knocks Lined 'em up at Fort Knox To die in Iraq You don't know I rock? What you under a rock? Old cats beggin' us to bring that beat back Each generation thinks The next one is wack Jump started in the daze of crack R&B Reagan, daddy Bush Way the hell on back Pray to god Feel like I got a church in myself Good god, uh, can't get no help I say again health care cutback Shit is wack Bring that beat back They say the youth don't matter And the old don't mind It takes a lotta spine To build all them young minds Some of us get ghetto at the wrong damn time Album what? We just makin' one at a time To save another brother whose life on the line A big shot to claim some rocks and shine Signs of a soul gone solo, robbed blind A very small part of half the worlds crime Runaway child blown by an old land mine Little ones workin' in diamond mines So cats can say what's hers and what's mine Diamonds is girls best friend So why's he cryin'? See when y'all hear it get near it And you recognize the lyrics You trained to refrain And you start to fear it Escapism Like today there ain't racism Obviously y'all ain't see Black folks on TV Judgment calls Made on behalf of you and me Or you and I Do or die I say an I for an I Dividin' line Got the poor people Payin' for crime Corporations gettin' paid off our jail time Now y'all can tell Russell Yes, I knock the hustle 'Cause 2 million in lock down Under federal muscle Beyond the streets These kids is always watchin' Watching some of these jerks When they go berserk So I work |
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from Public Enemy - New Whirl Odor (2005)
Played in Cincinnati
Wit my whole head nappy Made a rally in the street Wit nothin' but a beat Gotta grudge against a judge Kick 'em out that seat You are what you eat So what you eatin'? Same message to your mind Be self defeatin' Sick n tired of bein' sick And tired of bein' beaten Saw 'em drop it like it Was way too hot and too fast For hip hop, doo wop, rock or bop Ain't here to hurt you Don't hang in them circles Government ain't got me Yet so y'all don't stop me See a stampede of fake cats Runnin' from Bill Cosby What does he gotta do wit you doin' you? Y'all know what? DJ, Lord gimme that cut Bring that beat back That's what's up Feedback from truly Freed blacks Gotta think outta this Box of hard knocks Lined 'em up at Fort Knox To die in Iraq You don't know I rock? What you under a rock? Old cats beggin' us to bring that beat back Each generation thinks The next one is wack Jump started in the daze of crack R&B Reagan, daddy Bush Way the hell on back Pray to god Feel like I got a church in myself Good god, uh, can't get no help I say again health care cutback Shit is wack Bring that beat back They say the youth don't matter And the old don't mind It takes a lotta spine To build all them young minds Some of us get ghetto at the wrong damn time Album what? We just makin' one at a time To save another brother whose life on the line A big shot to claim some rocks and shine Signs of a soul gone solo, robbed blind A very small part of half the worlds crime Runaway child blown by an old land mine Little ones workin' in diamond mines So cats can say what's hers and what's mine Diamonds is girls best friend So why's he cryin'? See when y'all hear it get near it And you recognize the lyrics You trained to refrain And you start to fear it Escapism Like today there ain't racism Obviously y'all ain't see Black folks on TV Judgment calls Made on behalf of you and me Or you and I Do or die I say an I for an I Dividin' line Got the poor people Payin' for crime Corporations gettin' paid off our jail time Now y'all can tell Russell Yes, I knock the hustle 'Cause 2 million in lock down Under federal muscle Beyond the streets These kids is always watchin' Watching some of these jerks When they go berserk So I work |
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from Public Enemy - Bring That Beat Back (2006)
Played in Cincinnati
Wit my whole head nappy Made a rally in the street Wit nothin' but a beat Gotta grudge against a judge Kick 'em out that seat You are what you eat So what you eatin'? Same message to your mind Be self defeatin' Sick n tired of bein' sick And tired of bein' beaten Saw 'em drop it like it Was way too hot and too fast For hip hop, doo wop, rock or bop Ain't here to hurt you Don't hang in them circles Government ain't got me Yet so y'all don't stop me See a stampede of fake cats Runnin' from Bill Cosby What does he gotta do wit you doin' you? Y'all know what? DJ, Lord gimme that cut Bring that beat back That's what's up Feedback from truly Freed blacks Gotta think outta this Box of hard knocks Lined 'em up at Fort Knox To die in Iraq You don't know I rock? What you under a rock? Old cats beggin' us to bring that beat back Each generation thinks The next one is wack Jump started in the daze of crack R&B Reagan, daddy Bush Way the hell on back Pray to god Feel like I got a church in myself Good god, uh, can't get no help I say again health care cutback Shit is wack Bring that beat back They say the youth don't matter And the old don't mind It takes a lotta spine To build all them young minds Some of us get ghetto at the wrong damn time Album what? We just makin' one at a time To save another brother whose life on the line A big shot to claim some rocks and shine Signs of a soul gone solo, robbed blind A very small part of half the worlds crime Runaway child blown by an old land mine Little ones workin' in diamond mines So cats can say what's hers and what's mine Diamonds is girls best friend So why's he cryin'? See when y'all hear it get near it And you recognize the lyrics You trained to refrain And you start to fear it Escapism Like today there ain't racism Obviously y'all ain't see Black folks on TV Judgment calls Made on behalf of you and me Or you and I Do or die I say an I for an I Dividin' line Got the poor people Payin' for crime Corporations gettin' paid off our jail time Now y'all can tell Russell Yes, I knock the hustle 'Cause 2 million in lock down Under federal muscle Beyond the streets These kids is always watchin' Watching some of these jerks When they go berserk So I work |
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from Public Enemy - 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 - 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)
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 - 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 - Revolverlution (2002)
Santiago I'm countin' down to the day deservin' Fittin' for a king I'm waitin' for the time when I can Get to Arizona 'Cause my money's spent on The goddamn rent Neither party is mine not the Jackass or the elephant 20.000 nig niggy nigas in the corner Of the cell block but they come From California Population none in the desert and sun Wit' a gun cracker Runnin' things under his thumb Starin' hard at the postcards Isn't it odd and unique? Seein' people smile wild in the heat 120 degree 'Cause I wanna be free What's a smilin' fact When the whole state's racist Why want a holiday F--k it 'cause I wanna So what if I celebrate it standin' on a corner I ain't drinkin' no 40 I B thinkin' time wit' a nine Until we get some land Call me the trigger man Looki lookin' for the governor Huh he ain't lovin' ya But here to trouble ya He's rubbin' ya wrong Get the point come along An he can get to the joint I urinated on the state While I was kickin' this song Yeah, he appear to be fair The cracker over there He try to keep it yesteryear The good ol' days The same ol' ways That kept us dyin' Yes, you me myself and I'ndeed What he need is a nosebleed Read between the lines Then you see the lie Politically planned But understand that's all she wrote When we see the real side That hide behind the vote They can't understand why he the man I'm singin' 'bout a king They don't like it When I decide to mike it Wait I'm waitin' for the date For the man who demands respect 'Cause he was great c'mon I'm on the one mission To get a politician To honor or he's a gonner By the time I get to Arizona I got 25 days to do it If a wall in the sky Just watch me go thru it 'Cause I gotta do what I gotta do PE number one Gets the job done When it's done and over Was because I drove'er Thru all the static Not stick but automatic That's the way it is He gotta get his Talin' MLK Gonna find a way Make the state pay Lookin' for the day Hard as it seems This ain't no damn dream Gotta know what I mean It's team against team Catch the light beam So I pray I pray everyday I do and praise jah the maker Lookin' for culture I got but not here From jah maker Pushin' and shakin' the structure Bringin' down the babylon Hearin' the sucker That make it hard for the brown The hard Boulova I need now More than ever now Who's sittin' on my freedah' Opressor people beater Piece of the pick We picked a piece Of land that we deservin' now Reparation a piece of the nation And damn he got the nerve Another niga they say and classify We want too much My peep plus the whole nine is mine Don't think I even double dutch Here's a brother my attitude hit 'em Hang 'em high Blowin' up the 90s started tickin' 86 When the blind get a mind Better start and earn while we sing it Now There will be the day we know those down and who will go |
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from Public Enemy - 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 - 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 - It Takes a Nation Of Millions To Hold Us Back (1988)
Caught, now in court 'cause I stole a beat
This is a sampling sport But I'm giving it a new name What you hear is mine P.E. you know the time Now, what in the heaven does a jury know about hell If I took it, but but they just look at me Like, Hey I'm on a mission I'm talkin' 'bout conditions Ain't right sittin' like dynamite Gonna blow you up and it just might Blow up the bench and Judge, the courtroom plus I gotta mention This court is dismissed when I grab the mike Yo Flave...What is this? Get hyped, c'mon we gotta Gather around - gotcha Mail from the courts and jail Claims I stole the beats that I rail Look at how I'm livin' like And they're gonna check the mike, right? - Sike Look at how I'm livin' now, lower than low What a sucker know I found this mineral that I call a beat I paid zero I packed my load 'cause it's better than gold People don't ask the price, but its sold They say that I sample, but they should Sample this my bit bull We ain't goin' for this They say that I stole this Can I get a witness? Understand where we're goin Then listen to this, plus my Roland Comin' from way down below Rebound c'mon boost up the stereo Snakes in the morning Wake up, scared afraid of my warning They claim that I'm violent Now I choose to be silent Can I get a witness? C'mon get wit' it Something ain't right, I got to admit it Made me mad when I was on tour That I declared war on black radio They say that I planned this On the radio most of you will demand this Won't be on a playlist Bust the way that I say this: No Sell Out You singers are spineless As you sing your senseless songs to the mindless Your general subject love is minimal Its sex for profit Scream that I sample For example, Tom you ran to the federal Court in U.S. it don't mean you Yeah, 'cause they fronted on you The posses ready, Terminator X yes he's ready The S1Ws, Griff are you ready? They say that I stole this I rebel with a raised fist, can we get a witness? |
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from Public Enemy - New Whirl Odor (2005)
[verse 1]
The Black falling down, its goin down No subject matter, I dont hear it goin around Minds over matter , they don't mind cause We dont matter, DJ Lord's on the platter Cant shake this, the gott-damn matrix Got actors winning politics, the tricks Got hot chicks in the back of of wack ass rap flicks Called videos (hoooo) Turn off the got-damn radio Cause they dont show yall what yall need to know Cant fade it though, Lord don't fade it yo Year of the Lord , make love fuck war tour After before 2004, i swore Dj Lord come bust down the door Los Angel-less, New Jack Pity They say fuck the sticks cause they be the city Homeless sitting outside smellin shitty Thanks for not giving a got-damn thing pretty So called land of plenty , can't spare a penny It's the have nots against the haves, Is you wit me? Check What You Listening To [verse 2] You might be cuttin tracks But he's cuttin edge The sword of Lord high like Phil Upchurch Through the verse, the truth hurts From the aftermath of that sonic autograph Lord ,don't make him mad So I spit , how loud you want it to get? Cold sweat. 2005 flicks, new trips through dirty beats Hits and all those bass kicks Lookout yall, Cmon, cant forget to kick this If the shoe fits get with the ramblin wreck Check it, to stomp out All dem nitwits Chuck D stylin Don't you know where ? On the new Buckwhylin Cross the Land, cause the band Hits the fans, watch them all SLAM the jam Yes they can can, beware the man Take a stand yall, wreck the plan Check What You Listening To [verse 3] One foot stuck in the rave Millennium dance craze Cross fade to the new phase Like the old days, twisted in convoluted systems Existed in the beats of wisdom existance Cross the Land, cause the band Hits the fans, watch them all SLAM the jam Illegal beats , frisk him Find not a pop thing with him Multi-ethnic like a prism Cant hear this? You in audio prison Hands be whizzin, cross the wax Movin tracks from across the tracks Through your mind he attacks, DJ Lord. Scratch the gospel , tell them wack ass beats They can go to hell, 'ding' The rave bell See the crowd swell, got even when the needle fell Still heard them cuts over the yell! Through the verse, the truth hurts From the aftermath of that sonic autograph Mr Chuck , Dj Lord attack the tracks Yall CHECK WHAT YOU LISTENING TO.... |
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from Public Enemy - There'S A Poison Goin' On (1999)
People runnin' on empty, rock the sympte
Outside 2001, other side of the sun Running, here we go tumblin', few solutions Honey, they polluted the future, got me thinking of a new thing Revolverlution, computer souls, controlled by confusion You be clubbin' while the world around you crumblin' Think it's funny? Bunch of crash test dummies If all this shit means the end of my money This is a stick up, off go the pagers and cellys US Dollar, ain't worth what it's printed on Backed by the Pentagon, sounds like Babylon So I babble on, some of us stuck In them barbershops and them hair salons While the crash comin' at your ass While the crash comin' at your ass like a bomb Now it all comes tumblin', runnin' Time is runnin', runnin' crash is coming Break the bank, spinning since the beginning Now it all comes tumblin', crumblin' Time is runnin', runnin' crash is coming Break the bank, spinning since the beginning Willie dynamite, time to cry and no ice Y2K, fallin' out of the sky, so it's chosen Your ice is frozen, don't cry, dry your eye Ain't this a bitch, fuckin' glitch. mother fucker what The count down to my account, count it down Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, hush make that head bust Last hour no control tower Making new may flowers, fightin' new powers Have you forgotten the other side of rotten Picking electronic cotin' diggin' digital ditches Lookout, lookout for the crash, crash, crash Have you forgotten, have you forgotten Y2K, that's the question What the fuck is up got the 85 guessin'? I told y'all for y'all protection, got me a name change A pair of smith an wessuns, starring crescents Mad packed with the lessons, figure 5 percent Got the 10 counting blessings Programmed by programs got you bowing to the man Avoid collisions in mid air, medic aid and welfare Zero, zero, what the fuck do you care? All the lights be out, you can't get nowhere All around, that's why I found Tony Brown The world we know, it's going down, down, down, down |
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from Public Enemy - There'S A Poison Goin' On (1999)
People runnin on empty
Rock the sympte Outside 2001 Other side of the sun Running, here we go tumblin Few solutions, honey they polluted the future Got me thinking of a new thing Revolverlution Computer souls, controlled by confusion You be clubbin, while the world around you crumblin Think its funny? Bunch of crash test dummy's If all this shit, means the end of my money, This is a stick up, off go the pagers and celly's Us dollar, ain't worth what it¹s printed on, Backed by the pentagon, sounds like babylon, So i babble on, some of us stuck In them barbershops and them hair salons, While the crash comin at your ass... While the crash comin at your ass like a bomb. Now it all comes tumblin, runnin Time is runnin runnin crash is coming, Break the bank, spinning since the beginning, Now it all comes tumblin, crumblin Time is runnin runnin crash is coming, Break the bank, spinning since the beginning, Willie dynamite, time to cry and no ice. Y2k, fallin out of the sky, so its chosen Your ice is frozen, don¹t cry dry your eye Ain¹t this a bitch, fuckin glitch. Mother fucker what The count down to my account, count it down Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, hush make that head bust. Last hour no control tower Making new may flowers, fightin new powers Have you forgotten, the other side of rotten, Picking electronic cotton diggin digital ditches, Lookout, lookout for the crash...crash...crash.. Have you forgotten, have yor forgotten Y2k, that¹s the question, What the fuck is up got the 85 guessin, I told y'all for y'all protection Got me a name change, a pair of smith an wessuns Starring crescents mad packed with the lessons, Figure 5% got the 10 counting blessings Programmed by programs got you bowingto the man. Avoid collisions in mid-air, medicaid and welfare Zero zero what the fuck do you care? All the lights be out, you can¹t get nowhere. All around, that¹s why i found tony brown The world we know, it¹s going down...down...down...down |
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from Public Enemy - There'S A Poison Goin' On (1999)
Stax of wax 55 high fulla tracks
New cats jackin' beats from way back Pay for play only way to get them platinum plaques Clear the racks jobbers slobbin' you for tax Robbery and snobbery Shit is killin' me softly wit that same damn song Makin' folk dumber in the summer A bummer when they shot willie in that hummer Keep it simple stupid means numbers Payola dough white owned black radio Runnin' on empty help go the desperado So I bomb the toms and negros who pray to cash flow No info to the masses as they shake their asses No clue but I can't get my shit up in to you Crayola with that same same ol shit Crayola with that played playa shit Crayola with that kid crayon shit Crayola with them ol spray on hits All fucked up ways must fall Now the industry can't stop me A vendetta to make the whole game better They get the cheddar all I got is a fuckin' letter What I owe? What am I Another number and a ho, they don't know Time to see 'em go like dominoes About time 'cause they endorsed the crime up in the rhyme Got these new souls controlled goin' outta their mind Missed what I said 'cause they don't even own their own heads Go one go all I forgot they made robots outta some of ya'll Today all fucked up ways must fall Today is up against the wall Misled in the head fucked by quiet storms and love songs Noddin' heads too hollow forgotten tomorrow Swallowing all that shit that's shallow Give the baby anything the baby wants But that's how them bastards get us up in them caskets Try to get me where they want me Before some of them jump me Go tell 'em I'm a start a rebellion Educate the felons easy on, yeah Tell 'em what the fuck am I yellin' No tellin' you got them artists and artificials If it ain't right I don't give a damn if it's sellin' Recruits chasin' and racin' for that loot Usin' usual drum loops so I salute my troops I don't socialize or mingle, fuck the promotionals And you know what and that g-damn single And the marketing team for that matter It don't matter DJ's gettin' dimes for time on a platter I ain't gotta be high to jack so I hijack FM radio EFF 'em turn it around muthafucka Gods to niggas, queens to bitches Race against time see 'em all runnin' for the riches Everything had its chance last dance Some things change like them weather forecasts Ha funny how shit don't last Crayola with that same same ol shit Crayola with that played playa shit Crayola with that kid crayon shit Crayola with them ol spray on hits |
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from Public Enemy - There'S A Poison Goin' On (1999)
Stax of wax 55 high fulla tracks
New cats jackin' beats from way back Pay for play only way to get them platinum plaques Clear the racks jobbers slobbin' you for tax Robbery and snobbery Shit is killin' me softly wit that same damn song Makin' folk dumber in the summer A bummer when they shot willie in that hummer Keep it simple stupid means numbers Payola dough white owned black radio Runnin' on empty help go the desperado So I bomb the toms and negros who pray to cash flow No info to the masses as they shake their asses No clue but I can't get my shit up in to you Crayola with that same same ol shit Crayola with that played playa shit Crayola with that kid crayon shit Crayola with them ol spray on hits All fucked up ways must fall Now the industry can't stop me A vendetta to make the whole game better They get the cheddar all I got is a fuckin' letter What I owe? What am I Another number and a ho, they don't know Time to see 'em go like dominoes About time 'cause they endorsed the crime up in the rhyme Got these new souls controlled goin' outta their mind Missed what I said 'cause they don't even own their own heads Go one go all I forgot they made robots outta some of ya'll Today all fucked up ways must fall Today is up against the wall Misled in the head fucked by quiet storms and love songs Noddin' heads too hollow forgotten tomorrow Swallowing all that shit that's shallow Give the baby anything the baby wants But that's how them bastards get us up in them caskets Try to get me where they want me Before some of them jump me Go tell 'em I'm a start a rebellion Educate the felons easy on, yeah Tell 'em what the fuck am I yellin' No tellin' you got them artists and artificials If it ain't right I don't give a damn if it's sellin' Recruits chasin' and racin' for that loot Usin' usual drum loops so I salute my troops I don't socialize or mingle, fuck the promotionals And you know what and that g-damn single And the marketing team for that matter It don't matter DJ's gettin' dimes for time on a platter I ain't gotta be high to jack so I hijack FM radio EFF 'em turn it around muthafucka Gods to niggas, queens to bitches Race against time see 'em all runnin' for the riches Everything had its chance last dance Some things change like them weather forecasts Ha funny how shit don't last Crayola with that same same ol shit Crayola with that played playa shit Crayola with that kid crayon shit Crayola with them ol spray on hits |
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from Public Enemy - Muse Sick-N-Hour Mess Age (1999)
I'm keepin a cool head
Smart and calculated Tell da skinheads what I said & they hate it One dumb move they make A mistake a turnover/going going gone And its over Shoulda thought silly rabbit Those habits'll getcha Runnin whitcha life So what some sucker snuck inside a knife But I'm checkin it out Back from a far you know Theyll never know I'm backin up An jettin to my car B4 they steal it Watch me ride an wheel it Ooh! child here it comes now I can feel it Inspiration from the situation Flowing to what I know an... This ain't nuttin but another Headline statistic, two brothers But one went ballistic Now I'm chillin beside my ride Pulled over the side Five-O ran a check Now how the hell am I suspect |
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from Public Enemy - There'S A Poison Goin' On (1999)
Now what sound of my DJ cuts
Terminator's back on some ol' fools track Takes a nation of sellouts to keep us back Flippin disco raps used to be whack Now what you hear is what you lack Take a lil bit of this a lil bit of dat Who dropped the bomb on hip hop Who got biggie and who shot tupac What's forgot / ain't no eazy, no scott larock Now what's rap gotta do wit what you got For whom the bell tolls Is that the way the story goes 85% believing all the videos God knows / who controls the radios Some people chose the road to be hoes And so i rose / in the middle of all the woes And def jam / negroes turnin up their nose There's one way in no way out No doubt the body count Gettin headz checkin out Do you wanna go our way This the way we puttin this down Do you wanna go our way This the way we puttin this down Do you wanna go our way This the way we puttin this down Do you wanna go our way This the way we puttin this down Time to make life shine again like glass Gotta make it shine like glass Outraged against the scene Proofread the script Flipped it back so i'm back in gang green We interrupt this routine i had a dream Da clean protein smacked the gangsta lean Between the triple team Wiped em out like a drought Damn i'm raps tetracycline Them lips foretold these apocalypse Everything had a shot And got hit wit bullshit Twisted politics tricks i couldn't get wit As one quits another nitwit hits All the way crazy, shady World turned upside down I put it down Why destroy what you love Look around Surrounded by chalk marks on the ground Where the lost got found Why it all come tumblin down Why he and she gotta die Now how dat sound Do you wanna go our way This the way we puttin this down Do you wanna go our way This the way we puttin this down Do you wanna go our way This the way we puttin this down Do you wanna go our way This the way we puttin this down On & on to the break a dawn Some the 100 meter dash i'm the marathon Been around a long time But the rhyme the same Sound remains insane Exchange the reign Ain't that somethin Figure i smashed the pumpkin So i parallel the brains of cobain Show no shame like the pain of kane Gettin madd opposition hip to the game It's that gran ol' pe ammo Different time different channel Funky piano Here to witness get on up with a quickness S1's in the house Wit the thickness that get dis 1 2 3 4 5 attackin they frat Griff is back got 5 on it black The track got x on the decks Terminators back cause a dat is whack On the 1 and 2 Yeah go flavor Pe hit the road gettin set to explode Fight the power for peace Can't forget the war mode Overload There she blows Here we go Now you know Damn another alamo Do you wanna go our way This the way we puttin this down Do you wanna go our way This the way we puttin this down Do you wanna go our way This the way we puttin this down Do you wanna go our way This the way we puttin this down |
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from Public Enemy - There'S A Poison Goin' On (1999)
Now what sound of my DJ cuts
Terminator's back on some ol' fools track Takes a nation of sellouts to keep us back Flippin disco raps used to be whack Now what you hear is what you lack Take a lil bit of this a lil bit of dat Who dropped the bomb on hip hop Who got biggie and who shot tupac What's forgot / ain't no eazy, no scott larock Now what's rap gotta do wit what you got For whom the bell tolls Is that the way the story goes 85% believing all the videos God knows / who controls the radios Some people chose the road to be hoes And so i rose / in the middle of all the woes And def jam / negroes turnin up their nose There's one way in no way out No doubt the body count Gettin headz checkin out Do you wanna go our way This the way we puttin this down Do you wanna go our way This the way we puttin this down Do you wanna go our way This the way we puttin this down Do you wanna go our way This the way we puttin this down Time to make life shine again like glass Gotta make it shine like glass Outraged against the scene Proofread the script Flipped it back so i'm back in gang green We interrupt this routine i had a dream Da clean protein smacked the gangsta lean Between the triple team Wiped em out like a drought Damn i'm raps tetracycline Them lips foretold these apocalypse Everything had a shot And got hit wit bullshit Twisted politics tricks i couldn't get wit As one quits another nitwit hits All the way crazy, shady World turned upside down I put it down Why destroy what you love Look around Surrounded by chalk marks on the ground Where the lost got found Why it all come tumblin down Why he and she gotta die Now how dat sound Do you wanna go our way This the way we puttin this down Do you wanna go our way This the way we puttin this down Do you wanna go our way This the way we puttin this down Do you wanna go our way This the way we puttin this down On & on to the break a dawn Some the 100 meter dash i'm the marathon Been around a long time But the rhyme the same Sound remains insane Exchange the reign Ain't that somethin Figure i smashed the pumpkin So i parallel the brains of cobain Show no shame like the pain of kane Gettin madd opposition hip to the game It's that gran ol' pe ammo Different time different channel Funky piano Here to witness get on up with a quickness S1's in the house Wit the thickness that get dis 1 2 3 4 5 attackin they frat Griff is back got 5 on it black The track got x on the decks Terminators back cause a dat is whack On the 1 and 2 Yeah go flavor Pe hit the road gettin set to explode Fight the power for peace Can't forget the war mode Overload There she blows Here we go Now you know Damn another alamo Do you wanna go our way This the way we puttin this down Do you wanna go our way This the way we puttin this down Do you wanna go our way This the way we puttin this down Do you wanna go our way This the way we puttin this down |
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from Public Enemy - Bring That Beat Back (2006)
Now what sound of my DJ cuts
Terminator's back on some ol' fools track Takes a nation of sellouts to keep us back Flippin disco raps used to be whack Now what you hear is what you lack Take a lil bit of this a lil bit of dat Who dropped the bomb on hip hop Who got biggie and who shot tupac What's forgot / ain't no eazy, no scott larock Now what's rap gotta do wit what you got For whom the bell tolls Is that the way the story goes 85% believing all the videos God knows / who controls the radios Some people chose the road to be hoes And so i rose / in the middle of all the woes And def jam / negroes turnin up their nose There's one way in no way out No doubt the body count Gettin headz checkin out Do you wanna go our way This the way we puttin this down Do you wanna go our way This the way we puttin this down Do you wanna go our way This the way we puttin this down Do you wanna go our way This the way we puttin this down Time to make life shine again like glass Gotta make it shine like glass Outraged against the scene Proofread the script Flipped it back so i'm back in gang green We interrupt this routine i had a dream Da clean protein smacked the gangsta lean Between the triple team Wiped em out like a drought Damn i'm raps tetracycline Them lips foretold these apocalypse Everything had a shot And got hit wit bullshit Twisted politics tricks i couldn't get wit As one quits another nitwit hits All the way crazy, shady World turned upside down I put it down Why destroy what you love Look around Surrounded by chalk marks on the ground Where the lost got found Why it all come tumblin down Why he and she gotta die Now how dat sound Do you wanna go our way This the way we puttin this down Do you wanna go our way This the way we puttin this down Do you wanna go our way This the way we puttin this down Do you wanna go our way This the way we puttin this down On & on to the break a dawn Some the 100 meter dash i'm the marathon Been around a long time But the rhyme the same Sound remains insane Exchange the reign Ain't that somethin Figure i smashed the pumpkin So i parallel the brains of cobain Show no shame like the pain of kane Gettin madd opposition hip to the game It's that gran ol' pe ammo Different time different channel Funky piano Here to witness get on up with a quickness S1's in the house Wit the thickness that get dis 1 2 3 4 5 attackin they frat Griff is back got 5 on it black The track got x on the decks Terminators back cause a dat is whack On the 1 and 2 Yeah go flavor Pe hit the road gettin set to explode Fight the power for peace Can't forget the war mode Overload There she blows Here we go Now you know Damn another alamo Do you wanna go our way This the way we puttin this down Do you wanna go our way This the way we puttin this down Do you wanna go our way This the way we puttin this down Do you wanna go our way This the way we puttin this down |
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from Public Enemy - There'S A Poison Goin' On (1999)
Now what sound of my DJ cuts
Terminator's back on some ol' fools track Takes a nation of sellouts to keep us back Flippin disco raps used to be whack Now what you hear is what you lack Take a lil bit of this a lil bit of dat Who dropped the bomb on hip hop Who got biggie and who shot tupac What's forgot / ain't no eazy, no scott larock Now what's rap gotta do wit what you got For whom the bell tolls Is that the way the story goes 85% believing all the videos God knows / who controls the radios Some people chose the road to be hoes And so i rose / in the middle of all the woes And def jam / negroes turnin up their nose There's one way in no way out No doubt the body count Gettin headz checkin out Do you wanna go our way This the way we puttin this down Do you wanna go our way This the way we puttin this down Do you wanna go our way This the way we puttin this down Do you wanna go our way This the way we puttin this down Time to make life shine again like glass Gotta make it shine like glass Outraged against the scene Proofread the script Flipped it back so i'm back in gang green We interrupt this routine i had a dream Da clean protein smacked the gangsta lean Between the triple team Wiped em out like a drought Damn i'm raps tetracycline Them lips foretold these apocalypse Everything had a shot And got hit wit bullshit Twisted politics tricks i couldn't get wit As one quits another nitwit hits All the way crazy, shady World turned upside down I put it down Why destroy what you love Look around Surrounded by chalk marks on the ground Where the lost got found Why it all come tumblin down Why he and she gotta die Now how dat sound Do you wanna go our way This the way we puttin this down Do you wanna go our way This the way we puttin this down Do you wanna go our way This the way we puttin this down Do you wanna go our way This the way we puttin this down On & on to the break a dawn Some the 100 meter dash i'm the marathon Been around a long time But the rhyme the same Sound remains insane Exchange the reign Ain't that somethin Figure i smashed the pumpkin So i parallel the brains of cobain Show no shame like the pain of kane Gettin madd opposition hip to the game It's that gran ol' pe ammo Different time different channel Funky piano Here to witness get on up with a quickness S1's in the house Wit the thickness that get dis 1 2 3 4 5 attackin they frat Griff is back got 5 on it black The track got x on the decks Terminators back cause a dat is whack On the 1 and 2 Yeah go flavor Pe hit the road gettin set to explode Fight the power for peace Can't forget the war mode Overload There she blows Here we go Now you know Damn another alamo Do you wanna go our way This the way we puttin this down Do you wanna go our way This the way we puttin this down Do you wanna go our way This the way we puttin this down Do you wanna go our way This the way we puttin this down |
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from Public Enemy - 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 - 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)
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 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 - Revolverlution (2002)
Fight The Power
Shocklee - Sadler - Ridenhour 1989 the number another summer (get down) Sound of the funky drummer Music hittin' your heart cause I know you got sould (Brothers and sisters, hey) Listen if you're missin' y'all Swingin' while I'm singin' Givin' whatcha gettin' Knowin' what I know While the Black bands sweatin' And the rhythm rhymes rollin' Got to give us what we want Gotta give us what we need Our freedom of speech is freedom or death We got to fight the powers that be Lemme hear you say Fight the power As the rhythm designed to bounce What counts is that the rhymes Designed to fill your mind Now that you've realized the prides arrived We got to pump the stuff to make us tough from the heart It's a start, a work of art To revolutionize make a change nothin's strange People, people we are the same No we're not the same Cause we don't know the game What we need is awareness, we can't get careless You say what is this? My beloved lets get down to business Mental self defensive fitness (Yo) bum rush the show You gotta go for what you know Make everybody see, in order to fight the powers that be Lemme hear you say... Fight the Power Elvis was a hero to most But he never meant shit to me you see Straight up racist that sucker was Simple and plain Mother fuck him and John Wayne Cause I'm Black and I'm proud I'm ready and hyped plus I'm amped Most of my heroes don't appear on no stamps Sample a look back you look and find Nothing but rednecks for 400 years if you check Don't worry be happy Was a number one jam Damn if I say it you can slap me right here (Get it) lets get this party started right Right on, c'mon What we got to say Power to the people no delay To make everybody see In order to fight the powers that be (Fight the Power) |
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from Jarhead (자헤드 : 그들만의 전쟁) by Thomas Newman [ost] (2005)
Fight The Power
Shocklee - Sadler - Ridenhour 1989 the number another summer (get down) Sound of the funky drummer Music hittin' your heart cause I know you got sould (Brothers and sisters, hey) Listen if you're missin' y'all Swingin' while I'm singin' Givin' whatcha gettin' Knowin' what I know While the Black bands sweatin' And the rhythm rhymes rollin' Got to give us what we want Gotta give us what we need Our freedom of speech is freedom or death We got to fight the powers that be Lemme hear you say Fight the power As the rhythm designed to bounce What counts is that the rhymes Designed to fill your mind Now that you've realized the prides arrived We got to pump the stuff to make us tough from the heart It's a start, a work of art To revolutionize make a change nothin's strange People, people we are the same No we're not the same Cause we don't know the game What we need is awareness, we can't get careless You say what is this? My beloved lets get down to business Mental self defensive fitness (Yo) bum rush the show You gotta go for what you know Make everybody see, in order to fight the powers that be Lemme hear you say... Fight the Power Elvis was a hero to most But he never meant shit to me you see Straight up racist that sucker was Simple and plain Mother fuck him and John Wayne Cause I'm Black and I'm proud I'm ready and hyped plus I'm amped Most of my heroes don't appear on no stamps Sample a look back you look and find Nothing but rednecks for 400 years if you check Don't worry be happy Was a number one jam Damn if I say it you can slap me right here (Get it) lets get this party started right Right on, c'mon What we got to say Power to the people no delay To make everybody see In order to fight the powers that be (Fight the Power) |
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from Public Enemy - There'S A Poison Goin' On (1999)
First the sheep next the shepherd
Chuck¹s run amok multiplying like leopards Spots em up the long bombs a record A long shot / 3 minutes 15 seconds If i was cloned never would i be alone Just the two of us mutherfuck the lexus Strange fruit be hangin in texas Rope be holdin the necks Poison politics affects us Get my flow on a show of flexes Got too much love above For the battle of the sexes Now i won¹t go as far as romancin myself Or dancin with wolves or runnin wit the bulls Shit i be in two places at one time Split spaces wit one rhyme Get 3 nickels outta one dime First the sheep next the shepherd Fill generation gaps wit mad raps Get slapped Give four smacks the hell on back Be the father son and the holy ghost As i represent both the east and the west coasts Whatever that¹s worth 360 The planet earth that¹s the whole black man¹s turf Now i be the rational national Ever present international Spy wit the third eye against the conquer and divide Now wit three of me i can run a country Make apocalypse quit do mad shit on the side I go on wit my bad self if i had four of myself I would sacrifice two to get that slave outta you In my eyes be the anger of the furious five Flashbacks cut across psycho tracks Been there done that and i swung a big bat Like that there it is i be the startin six pack First the sheep next the shepherd The east to the west south to the north The music might switch the rhymes never fall off Non alcoholic avoiding the bomb In abortion clinics i be the hero up in it Jack the cracker dat did it Now the magnificent 7 Hip hop gangsta rappin Holdin it down makin it happen From oakland to manhattan If i was eight / i be damn great City to city / state to state Won¹t never be too much on my plate Flow like watergate Wit nine of mine I¹d get piece of mine Again and again Wit that power of ten men Duplicated by the split Of one mean gene an shit Back to the lab Wit them scientific crabs, what next? 3 minutes and 15 seconds |
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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 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 - Revolverlution (2002)
now whats goin on
i dont know whats really goin down yall dont know between the east and the feds heads dont know but you can bet some of these heads be the first to go between 18 and 30 pray it dont get dirty now i got some new cats hearin me that never heard me 11:30 do the math damn, here come the draft but im at an age my fightin is half ass shee, my flags always at half mast need you ask while some of yall laugh but i see war lining these young cats up for bodybags and these so called thugs masquerading in drag cause now the feds checkin all dem headrags hopin this gung ho thing last cold and dark is the weather peoples, get yor sh*t together aint even gonna fix my mouth to say chickens told yall in terrordome the clocks tickin from all sides come the wicked governments fundamentalists but how you gonna kill the innocent? between terrorists and cia hit lists like my man uno says beware the false prophets gotta be smarter than this they say war is a profit with loved ones missed but death is a debt none of us aint seen war yet be careful what you ask for war is hell and hell is war all them bling bling thangs throw em in the river all that thugged out sh*t yall cant deliver seen four planes kill everyday folks guess 911 aint no joke wall street cryin broke was it god or the devil itself who spoke? old vampires hit the new empire had the sky cookin brooklyn had no other choice but to stare and keep lookin city smile missin two front teeth while some of yall still talkin them little ass beefs over who, what soundscanned this month you sound scared guessin where the party at? while downtowns wonderin where the bodies at? how you sell soul to a souless people who sold their soul? keep the people from bein sheeple followin hollow voices to tommorrows sorrow women have nurtured and birthed the earth man has killed many for land and worse women got a cycle thats spoken for man has a period, its called war may the power go to everyday people may war have no sequel, live.. reverse the word you get evil cause people wanna live against evil avoid the third world war biological bombs 100 times worse than vietnam so what you gonna do? if you was on that plane both sides wouldve killed you too to my peoples stay on your p's and q's get your sh*t together |
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from Public Enemy - 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 - Muse Sick-N-Hour Mess Age (1999)
Intro: Chuck D, Flavor Flav Aight {aight}, aight, aight {aight}, aight {aight} I'm aight if you aight {I'm aight} I be better - get some of that bass {word, give it up} aight, yeah [Rinkin twinkin body shakin Nuffattackin brain's a rackin Clock tockin Chuck shockin Flavor Flav ain't never shavin] (one, two, three four) Verse One: Chuck D It's another record, check it, mad methods To put my brothers and sisters on a deathbed You know he cheated, took what he wanted but now you blunted Suckin up to the devil steppin down a level It's who they fear is you Who protects us from us and you from you Yes and it counts [fuck the fourty ounce] I sued them bastards, yeah they got bounce I did em like a demo {threw em out the window} I took a 98 cause I never liked a limo But pump pump pump pu-pump pump it up A mad rhyme, for mad times, that's what's up Some ain't gonna change, I got em in a range I gotta rearrange, so I'm buildin back your brain Wreckin records with funky stuff Am I loud enough? {yeah} You got ta give it up Chorus [4x]: Flavor Flav Give it up, give it up, give it up yo Give it up, give it up, gotta give it up repeat #2 -- (occasional) Chuck D vocal yeah you gots ta give it up now Verse Two: Chuck D Come again with the same old bounce I'm calling a foul and once again it counts Mad tense mad tense brothers know The blunts in the back got the black behind and that's wack [And once again it's on!] Hey Jimmy cracked corn cracker singin "I don't care", it's on I'm comin with a rhyme [what?] I'm lettin go a rhyme [yeah!] I gotta get a rhyme through the rough and crazy times Call me a Hannibal lecture, yes I checked her They don't hear me though, so here I go I'm sick and tired so Sly'll take ya higher When I'm takin his sound to bring you down Rappers rippin a lyrical kickin finger-lickin But to the rhythm I'm givin but never cotton pickin Like James Brown I'm sayin it loud Am I loud enough? Huh, you got ta give it up [Some ain't gonna change, some ain't gonna change Some ain't gonna never ever change Some ain't gonna change, some ain't gonna change Some ain't gonna NEVER EVER change!] Chorus [1/2X] Interlude: Chuck D, Flavor Flav And when I'm coming, some young dumb and fulla cum Some second guessing my lessons about saving young Some don't know like Run said so here we go Where it is inside, whoop there it is {aaaaaaah} There it is [There it is, damn right My man X is a bad mother {shut your mouth) I'm talking about Terminator, he's the man] There it is, can you hit me off with another one Chorus I never did represent doing dumb shit Some gangsta lying - I'd rather diss Presidents Dead or alive, bring em and I'll swing em I vocalize, I just rap, I don't sing em Flick em, and I fling em, you can go with em Hall of Fame for the game for the points I Dave Bing em Go Grandmama, close but no cigar I got mine, for I'm using my rhyme The flow go wherever I want, and that's clever Give a piece of my time, to prevent some crime And who behind puttin the guns to the young ones The ones that make em is the ones that take em Rugged for no reason, down in duck season I don't want my mama, on the street wearing armor So check yaself before ya wreck yaself Respect yaself, hah, you got ta give it up Chorus [4X] (fades out) |
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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 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 - Revolverlution (2002)
(Intro)
Our society is fucked up, they're fucking our brothers and sisters up These white motherfuckers have fucked us up... This ain't by no goddamn accident... Cameras, action, lights What, lookout, civil rights Whiplash, po-po, fed-lillers, killin' kids Crisis, c'mon, get it now, sound COINTEL, going down Projects, pop offs, issues, payback Sickness, lockdown, get it Free Mumia and H. Rap Brown Before you get what you want, gotta give the people what they need What you know about Soul If you got's none then we'll loan ya some... C'mon! Flow on, the project, the pop off Low tempo to go off, COINTEL better go to hell Bout that time hear the bell y'all .. (c'mon) Gotta lotta nerve never knowing Assata Gotcha mind wading in the water.. contract.. Gotcha! Motown, Stax, bring the beat back (Bring that beat back!) The Sound, free Mumia and H. Rap Brown Sure enough going down now Jamil Al Amin, nahmean? (yeah) Y'all missin' this is like dissin' this See your Uncle Sam pissing on this He's running real low on my shit list Take 'em all out with the quickness Before you get what you want, gotta give the people what they need Before you get what you want, gotta give the people what they need Cameras, action, lights What, lookout, civil rights Whiplash, po-po, fed-lillers, killin' kids Crisis, c'mon, get it now, sound COINTEL, going down Lookout! Before you get what you want.. gotta give the people what they need Before you get what you want.. gotta give the people what they need Before you get what you want.. gotta give the people what they need Before you get what you want.. gotta give the people what they need New breed of MC and get the flow on Body, mind, soul enough to go on Ughh!! Better go on Gotta get on so I can spit on Guitar to get on the pick on (damn) Shuffle now, the popcorn Free H. Rap c'mon Nothing new uhh.. better walk on Ughhh... get my talk on Never knew a {?} to get your money on So on and so on Do it like Mike - "Sha-mon!" The original right here, Uptown Saturday Night Uggghhh, get it, and get your head right... Ya'll don't know nothin' about this ... ughhh Real thing ughhh make your soul ring Before you get what you want.. gotta give the people what they need Before you get what you want.. gotta give the people what they need Cameras, action, lights What, lookout, civil rights Whiplash, po-po, fed-lillers, killin' kids Crisis, c'mon, get it now, sound COINTEL, going down Going down, going down, going down, going down Going down, going down, going down, going down Going down, going down, going down, going down Going down, down, down, down |
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from Public Enemy - Revolverlution (2002)
(Intro)
Our society is fucked up, they're fucking our brothers and sisters up These white motherfuckers have fucked us up... This ain't by no goddamn accident... Cameras, action, lights What, lookout, civil rights Whiplash, po-po, fed-lillers, killin' kids Crisis, c'mon, get it now, sound COINTEL, going down Projects, pop offs, issues, payback Sickness, lockdown, get it Free Mumia and H. Rap Brown Before you get what you want, gotta give the people what they need What you know about Soul If you got's none then we'll loan ya some... C'mon! Flow on, the project, the pop off Low tempo to go off, COINTEL better go to hell Bout that time hear the bell y'all .. (c'mon) Gotta lotta nerve never knowing Assata Gotcha mind wading in the water.. contract.. Gotcha! Motown, Stax, bring the beat back (Bring that beat back!) The Sound, free Mumia and H. Rap Brown Sure enough going down now Jamil Al Amin, nahmean? (yeah) Y'all missin' this is like dissin' this See your Uncle Sam pissing on this He's running real low on my shit list Take 'em all out with the quickness Before you get what you want, gotta give the people what they need Before you get what you want, gotta give the people what they need Cameras, action, lights What, lookout, civil rights Whiplash, po-po, fed-lillers, killin' kids Crisis, c'mon, get it now, sound COINTEL, going down Lookout! Before you get what you want.. gotta give the people what they need Before you get what you want.. gotta give the people what they need Before you get what you want.. gotta give the people what they need Before you get what you want.. gotta give the people what they need New breed of MC and get the flow on Body, mind, soul enough to go on Ughh!! Better go on Gotta get on so I can spit on Guitar to get on the pick on (damn) Shuffle now, the popcorn Free H. Rap c'mon Nothing new uhh.. better walk on Ughhh... get my talk on Never knew a {?} to get your money on So on and so on Do it like Mike - "Sha-mon!" The original right here, Uptown Saturday Night Uggghhh, get it, and get your head right... Ya'll don't know nothin' about this ... ughhh Real thing ughhh make your soul ring Before you get what you want.. gotta give the people what they need Before you get what you want.. gotta give the people what they need Cameras, action, lights What, lookout, civil rights Whiplash, po-po, fed-lillers, killin' kids Crisis, c'mon, get it now, sound COINTEL, going down Going down, going down, going down, going down Going down, going down, going down, going down Going down, going down, going down, going down Going down, down, down, down |
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from Public Enemy - Bring That Beat Back (2006)
(Intro)
Our society is fucked up, they're fucking our brothers and sisters up These white motherfuckers have fucked us up... This ain't by no goddamn accident... Cameras, action, lights What, lookout, civil rights Whiplash, po-po, fed-lillers, killin' kids Crisis, c'mon, get it now, sound COINTEL, going down Projects, pop offs, issues, payback Sickness, lockdown, get it Free Mumia and H. Rap Brown Before you get what you want, gotta give the people what they need What you know about Soul If you got's none then we'll loan ya some... C'mon! Flow on, the project, the pop off Low tempo to go off, COINTEL better go to hell Bout that time hear the bell y'all .. (c'mon) Gotta lotta nerve never knowing Assata Gotcha mind wading in the water.. contract.. Gotcha! Motown, Stax, bring the beat back (Bring that beat back!) The Sound, free Mumia and H. Rap Brown Sure enough going down now Jamil Al Amin, nahmean? (yeah) Y'all missin' this is like dissin' this See your Uncle Sam pissing on this He's running real low on my shit list Take 'em all out with the quickness Before you get what you want, gotta give the people what they need Before you get what you want, gotta give the people what they need Cameras, action, lights What, lookout, civil rights Whiplash, po-po, fed-lillers, killin' kids Crisis, c'mon, get it now, sound COINTEL, going down Lookout! Before you get what you want.. gotta give the people what they need Before you get what you want.. gotta give the people what they need Before you get what you want.. gotta give the people what they need Before you get what you want.. gotta give the people what they need New breed of MC and get the flow on Body, mind, soul enough to go on Ughh!! Better go on Gotta get on so I can spit on Guitar to get on the pick on (damn) Shuffle now, the popcorn Free H. Rap c'mon Nothing new uhh.. better walk on Ughhh... get my talk on Never knew a {?} to get your money on So on and so on Do it like Mike - "Sha-mon!" The original right here, Uptown Saturday Night Uggghhh, get it, and get your head right... Ya'll don't know nothin' about this ... ughhh Real thing ughhh make your soul ring Before you get what you want.. gotta give the people what they need Before you get what you want.. gotta give the people what they need Cameras, action, lights What, lookout, civil rights Whiplash, po-po, fed-lillers, killin' kids Crisis, c'mon, get it now, sound COINTEL, going down Going down, going down, going down, going down Going down, going down, going down, going down Going down, going down, going down, going down Going down, down, down, down |
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from Public Enemy - 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 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 Public Enemy - There'S A Poison Goin' On (1999)
Here i go, i don쨔t give a damn if you wit me
Stupidity, shit i쨔m the reverse of jiggy All that prettiness running on empty Only wusses need pity, no i ain쨔t from the city 5 minutes of fame if you don쨔t know my name Oh yeah, i쨔m that field nigga they all fear Here쨔s a madd salute to all my troops Fuck a lawyer and the law and all them suits I spits and i vomit cause i come like a comet Better quit it if y'all don쨔t know what y'all gettin from it Just forget it if you wit it, that racket runnin it Come on come with it, i think i쨔ll fit it Go to war but what the hell i쨔m fightin for As i soar yeah baby i like it raw No cigar, i ran over the pop star wit my car, Again and may the best jam win... Here i go - there you go Bingo, it don쨔t matter if this platter쨔s a single Needin needles like the beatles needin ringo From the beginnin i told you how to see through the linen All that talk but that쨔s the way The side walks in new york I simplify cause you might be high Rip shit in the pit so what you don쨔t like it This is man shit a hip hop trip On that aggressive tip but rap got pussy whipped Got out psyched down on that turnpike I knew this philly who just wouldn쨔t get right Cause i was aware as a square in delaware Execs writing checks for sex in spandex Radios gettin sucked by labels under the table Mix dj쨔s gettin overpaid for airplay Try to shut me down like ray, what i say? Fuck your friends and may the best jam win Here i go - there you go Mirror mirror i쨔m finger pointin at the man It is i, i interrupt the program Chuck d rubberneckin with the fans Pe don쨔t give a damn about uncle sam And on and on like i said before Some, the 100 meter dash, i쨔m the marathon Against the grain comin like a train As you listen to the sounds that remains insane One on one and it쨔s just begun To get out the ghetto and get something done To be the man you gotta beat the man Don쨔t confuse me with being dumb or bubble gum And i쨔ll be here as you disappear And i쨔ll be around amongst the crowd Cause anything i wear is a step on down That쨔s how i쨔ve always been And may the best jam win... 짤1999 Suburban Funk, Inc. |
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from Public Enemy - There'S A Poison Goin' On (1999)
Here i go, i don쨔t give a damn if you wit me
Stupidity, shit i쨔m the reverse of jiggy All that prettiness running on empty Only wusses need pity, no i ain쨔t from the city 5 minutes of fame if you don쨔t know my name Oh yeah, i쨔m that field nigga they all fear Here쨔s a madd salute to all my troops Fuck a lawyer and the law and all them suits I spits and i vomit cause i come like a comet Better quit it if y'all don쨔t know what y'all gettin from it Just forget it if you wit it, that racket runnin it Come on come with it, i think i쨔ll fit it Go to war but what the hell i쨔m fightin for As i soar yeah baby i like it raw No cigar, i ran over the pop star wit my car, Again and may the best jam win... Here i go - there you go Bingo, it don쨔t matter if this platter쨔s a single Needin needles like the beatles needin ringo From the beginnin i told you how to see through the linen All that talk but that쨔s the way The side walks in new york I simplify cause you might be high Rip shit in the pit so what you don쨔t like it This is man shit a hip hop trip On that aggressive tip but rap got pussy whipped Got out psyched down on that turnpike I knew this philly who just wouldn쨔t get right Cause i was aware as a square in delaware Execs writing checks for sex in spandex Radios gettin sucked by labels under the table Mix dj쨔s gettin overpaid for airplay Try to shut me down like ray, what i say? Fuck your friends and may the best jam win Here i go - there you go Mirror mirror i쨔m finger pointin at the man It is i, i interrupt the program Chuck d rubberneckin with the fans Pe don쨔t give a damn about uncle sam And on and on like i said before Some, the 100 meter dash, i쨔m the marathon Against the grain comin like a train As you listen to the sounds that remains insane One on one and it쨔s just begun To get out the ghetto and get something done To be the man you gotta beat the man Don쨔t confuse me with being dumb or bubble gum And i쨔ll be here as you disappear And i쨔ll be around amongst the crowd Cause anything i wear is a step on down That쨔s how i쨔ve always been And may the best jam win... 짤1999 Suburban Funk, Inc. |
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from Public Enemy - There'S A Poison Goin' On (1999)
Here i go, i don쨔t give a damn if you wit me
Stupidity, shit i쨔m the reverse of jiggy All that prettiness running on empty Only wusses need pity, no i ain쨔t from the city 5 minutes of fame if you don쨔t know my name Oh yeah, i쨔m that field nigga they all fear Here쨔s a madd salute to all my troops Fuck a lawyer and the law and all them suits I spits and i vomit cause i come like a comet Better quit it if y'all don쨔t know what y'all gettin from it Just forget it if you wit it, that racket runnin it Come on come with it, i think i쨔ll fit it Go to war but what the hell i쨔m fightin for As i soar yeah baby i like it raw No cigar, i ran over the pop star wit my car, Again and may the best jam win... Here i go - there you go Bingo, it don쨔t matter if this platter쨔s a single Needin needles like the beatles needin ringo From the beginnin i told you how to see through the linen All that talk but that쨔s the way The side walks in new york I simplify cause you might be high Rip shit in the pit so what you don쨔t like it This is man shit a hip hop trip On that aggressive tip but rap got pussy whipped Got out psyched down on that turnpike I knew this philly who just wouldn쨔t get right Cause i was aware as a square in delaware Execs writing checks for sex in spandex Radios gettin sucked by labels under the table Mix dj쨔s gettin overpaid for airplay Try to shut me down like ray, what i say? Fuck your friends and may the best jam win Here i go - there you go Mirror mirror i쨔m finger pointin at the man It is i, i interrupt the program Chuck d rubberneckin with the fans Pe don쨔t give a damn about uncle sam And on and on like i said before Some, the 100 meter dash, i쨔m the marathon Against the grain comin like a train As you listen to the sounds that remains insane One on one and it쨔s just begun To get out the ghetto and get something done To be the man you gotta beat the man Don쨔t confuse me with being dumb or bubble gum And i쨔ll be here as you disappear And i쨔ll be around amongst the crowd Cause anything i wear is a step on down That쨔s how i쨔ve always been And may the best jam win... 짤1999 Suburban Funk, Inc. |
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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 - Muse Sick-N-Hour Mess Age (1999)
Intro
500 years ago one man claimed To have discovered a new world Five centuries later we the people Are forced to celebrate a black holocaust How can you call a takeover A discovery Mass murderer This side of the planet Most people take it for granted 502 and still doin Give a reason I'm hatin October celebratin The dead Of the black the brown and red Sick an tired Of bein sick n tired Dont jump to conclusions Before I clear the confusion Ashes to ashes, dust to dust I'm talkin bout Columbus Hit me one I dont hate nobody I hate that day Its as crazy as Hitler day Hangin heads and snappin necks Splittin up kin Makin familys wrecked Turned this planet to a sewer Provin to all just a lil grab Will do ya Or do us So my disgust Got credit from the ones that Read it Aint blind to the fact Of a whack headline And if you didn't I pay No mind That's how I feel That's how I feel This iz madd real But these days Is crazy as Hitler day I don't hate nobody It's impossible to discover a land When people are already living there Some thanks for the givin When times are hard & some got the nerve to pray to God Aint about turkey & cider that gets me sick It's that take from the indian trick Lookin pretty grim When they takin da pill From the sucker seekin somethin to kill Now he got a day to celebrate Aint that a trip Cause the indians aint got shit May 31st when it comin it hurts Remember the dead and it makes me curse When they dont include 100 million Of us black folks That died in the bottom of boats I can carry on bout the killin till Dusk & dawn And war ain't the reason they gone Fourth of July a fuckin lie When did we ever Get a piece of the pie Gotta whole day comin Without no pay Cause a fuckin job Cant gimme no play Even had enuff I huff & puff At brothers sellin the stuff Takin in washingtons Lincolns Not they birthdays Payback for em makin us slaves |
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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 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 - 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)
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 - There'S A Poison Goin' On (1999)
I came from a place I forgot
I woke up in a parking lot Far from a meal and a cot On the corner Where all the streets got the same name Maybe my brains on the brink of insane Pain between the papers while sleepin' on the train This the land of milk and honey Know what I'm sayin' The invisible man times three black, down and out Out standing on a corner no doubt Now a nation of homeless sleepin' in bus stations Another win for the pilgrims who said no more Haitians As I proceed someone to feed me is what I need Through three blocks of dealers tryin to hit me off wit weed Avenue and boulevard hungry as a motherfucka Hope to get a ride from a trucker Everybody know I ain't no sucker Everyone used to drop 30 at the rucker Away from crazy kids in generation wrecked Dissin' pyramids while praisin' projects Walk past old folks gettin' no respect Callin' young folks a bunch a no good rejects and I walk on An eye for an eye I can't recognize the man in the mirror Is it I, it is I now who this cat I'm lookin' at 'Cause I've been waiting so long to get where I'm goin' An for an eye in this country tis of thee Now how the hell can I be free Who this cat I'm lookin' at 'Cause I been lost so long without anybody knowin' So I move on and I walk on Past the preachers and the pimps gettin' their talk on Now why do home gotta be where the negative roam To be or not to be so I roll alone I'm trapped within this skin and these bones Temporary kings on cellular phones Can I last as I walk past Cigarette billboards and malt liquor ads Walkin' on broken bottles and potato chip bags Everyone I see got the nerve to brag Where they from what they got and don't own squat Disrespect where they from and ya might get shot Zombies askin' me what the latest bomb be Should shot the fuckin' sheriff and the fuckin' deputy For okay in the drug trade and lettin' it be But I know prison for me is an industry so I walk I heard the best things in life be free Didn't god make the land the air we breathe Not for the homeless don't give a damn about me In the mirror somebody else is starin' at me Maybe prison is the skin I'm within All this time I been sufferin' can't fix it wit a bufferin' Plus they said I'll never work in this town again Damn so I keep on walkin' An eye for an eye, I can't recognize the man in the mirror Is it I, it is I now who this cat I'm lookin' at 'Cause I've been waiting so long to get where I'm goin' An for an eye in this country tis of thee Now how the hell can I be free Who this cat I'm lookin' at 'Cause I been lost so long without anybody knowin' Li'l day day is big day and just did time Seen him standin' on the unemployment line Which collided wit the line of the health clinic I seen crazy Stacy her ass standin' up in it No more welfare cut her Medicaid Damn my mama used to do her braids I keep walkin so they don't see me But I doubt if they doin' any better than me So I walk on never take the planet for granted I paved the concrete, asphalt and granite I walk past 3 brothers sittin' on the porch Wit a yard of dirt and littered wit Newports Talkin' how they comin' up while they sittin' on their ass As I walk past em I'm a target of their laughs And one said lets get 'em for his fuckin' stash As I walked fast past the other yards wit grass Had a li'l cash tried to make it last From a few deals I made from cleanin' windshields I ran like a rally they caught me in an alley Can't get out the ghetto from New York to Cali I thought I had nuthin' till I felt the knife And now I ain't even got a life |
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from Public Enemy - There'S A Poison Goin' On (1999)
I came from a place I forgot
I woke up in a parking lot Far from a meal and a cot On the corner Where all the streets got the same name Maybe my brains on the brink of insane Pain between the papers while sleepin on the train This the land of milk and honey Know what I'm sayin The invisible man times three Black, down and out Out standing on a corner no doubt Now a nation of homeless Sleepin in bus stations Another win for the pilgrims Who said no more haitians As I proceed Someone to feed me is what I need Through three blocks of dealers Tryin to hit me off wit weed Avenue and boulevard hungry as a Motherfucker Hope to get a ride from a trucker Everybody know I ain't no sucker Everyone used to drop 30 at the rucker Away from crazy kids in generation wrecked Dissin pyramids while praisin projects Walk past old folks gettin no respect Callin young folks a bunch a no good rejects And I walk on An eye for an eye I can't recognize the man in the mirror Is it I, it is I now who this cat I'm lookin at Cause I've been waiting so long to get where I'm goin An eye for a eye in this country tis of thee Now how the hell can I be free Who this cat I'm lookin at Cause I been lost so long without anybody knowin So I move on and I walk on Past the preachers and the pimps gettin their talk on Now why do home gotta be where the negative roam To be or not to be so I roll alone I'm trapped within this skin and these bones Temporary kings on cellular phones Can I last as I walk past Cigarette Billboards and Malt Liquor Ads Walkin on broken bottles and potato chip bags Everyone I see got the nerve to brag Where they from what they got And don't own squat Disrespect where they from and ya might get shot Zombies askin me what the latest Bomb Bay Should shot the fuckin sheriff and the fuckin deputy For ok in the drug trade and lettin it be But I know prison for me is an industry So I Walk I heard the best things in life be free Didn't god make the land the air we breathe Not for the homeless don't give a damn about me In the mirror somebody else is starin at me Maybe prison is the skin I'm within All this time I been sufferin can't fix it wit a bufferin Plus they said I'll never work in this town again Damn so I keep on walkin An eye for an eye I can't recognize the man in the mirror Is it I, it is I now who this cat I'm lookin at Cause I've been waiting so long to get where I'm goin An eye for an eye in this country tis of thee Now how the hell can I be free Who this cat I'm lookin at Cause I been lost so long without anybody knowin Lil day day is big day and just did time Seen him standin on the unemployment line Which collided wit the line of the health clinic I seen Crazy Stacy her ass standin up in it No more welfare cut her medicaid Damn my mama used to do her braids I keep walkin so they don't see me But I doubt if they doin any better than me So I walk on never take the planet for granted I paved the concrete, asphalt and granite I walk pastast three brothers sittin on the porch Wit a yard of dirt and littered wit Newports Talkin how they comin up while they sittin on their ass As I walk past em I'm a target of their laughs And one said lets get em for his fuckin stash As I walked fast past the other yards wit grass Had a lil cash tried to make it last From a few deals I made from cleanin windshields I ran like a rally they caught me in an alley Can't get out the ghetto from New York to Cali I thought I had nothin till I felt the knife And now I ain't even got a life |
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from Public Enemy - There'S A Poison Goin' On (1999)
I came from a place I forgot
I woke up in a parking lot Far from a meal and a cot On the corner Where all the streets got the same name Maybe my brains on the brink of insane Pain between the papers while sleepin' on the train This the land of milk and honey Know what I'm sayin' The invisible man times three black, down and out Out standing on a corner no doubt Now a nation of homeless sleepin' in bus stations Another win for the pilgrims who said no more Haitians As I proceed someone to feed me is what I need Through three blocks of dealers tryin to hit me off wit weed Avenue and boulevard hungry as a motherfucka Hope to get a ride from a trucker Everybody know I ain't no sucker Everyone used to drop 30 at the rucker Away from crazy kids in generation wrecked Dissin' pyramids while praisin' projects Walk past old folks gettin' no respect Callin' young folks a bunch a no good rejects and I walk on An eye for an eye I can't recognize the man in the mirror Is it I, it is I now who this cat I'm lookin' at 'Cause I've been waiting so long to get where I'm goin' An for an eye in this country tis of thee Now how the hell can I be free Who this cat I'm lookin' at 'Cause I been lost so long without anybody knowin' So I move on and I walk on Past the preachers and the pimps gettin' their talk on Now why do home gotta be where the negative roam To be or not to be so I roll alone I'm trapped within this skin and these bones Temporary kings on cellular phones Can I last as I walk past Cigarette billboards and malt liquor ads Walkin' on broken bottles and potato chip bags Everyone I see got the nerve to brag Where they from what they got and don't own squat Disrespect where they from and ya might get shot Zombies askin' me what the latest bomb be Should shot the fuckin' sheriff and the fuckin' deputy For okay in the drug trade and lettin' it be But I know prison for me is an industry so I walk I heard the best things in life be free Didn't god make the land the air we breathe Not for the homeless don't give a damn about me In the mirror somebody else is starin' at me Maybe prison is the skin I'm within All this time I been sufferin' can't fix it wit a bufferin' Plus they said I'll never work in this town again Damn so I keep on walkin' An eye for an eye, I can't recognize the man in the mirror Is it I, it is I now who this cat I'm lookin' at 'Cause I've been waiting so long to get where I'm goin' An for an eye in this country tis of thee Now how the hell can I be free Who this cat I'm lookin' at 'Cause I been lost so long without anybody knowin' Li'l day day is big day and just did time Seen him standin' on the unemployment line Which collided wit the line of the health clinic I seen crazy Stacy her ass standin' up in it No more welfare cut her Medicaid Damn my mama used to do her braids I keep walkin so they don't see me But I doubt if they doin' any better than me So I walk on never take the planet for granted I paved the concrete, asphalt and granite I walk past 3 brothers sittin' on the porch Wit a yard of dirt and littered wit Newports Talkin' how they comin' up while they sittin' on their ass As I walk past em I'm a target of their laughs And one said lets get 'em for his fuckin' stash As I walked fast past the other yards wit grass Had a li'l cash tried to make it last From a few deals I made from cleanin' windshields I ran like a rally they caught me in an alley Can't get out the ghetto from New York to Cali I thought I had nuthin' till I felt the knife And now I ain't even got a life |
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| from Public Enemy - Apocolypse 91...The Enemy Strikes Back (1991) | |||||
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