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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 - Fear Of A Black Planet (1994)
Hit me Going, going, gone Now i dialed 9-1-1 a long time ago Don't you see how late they're reactin' They only come and they come when they wanna So get the morgue enbalm the goner They don't care cuz they stay paid anyway They teach ya like an ace they ain't be betrayed I know you stumble with no use people If your life is on the line they you're dead today Late comings with the late comin' stretcher That's a body bag in disguise y'all betcha I call 'em body snatchers quick they come to fetch ya? With an autopsy ambulance just to dissect ya They are the kings cuz they swing amputation Lose your arms, your legs to them it's compilation I can prove it to you watch the rotation It all adds up to a funky situation So get up get get get get down 9-1-1 is a joke in yo' town Get up get get get get down Late 9-1-1 wears the late crown 9-1-1 is a joke ( ) Everyday they don't never come correct You can ask my man right here with the broken neck He's a witness to the job never being done He would've been in full 8 9-1-1 Was a joke cuz they' always jokin' They the token to your life when it's croakin' They need to be in a pawn shop on a 9-1-1 is a joke we don't want 'em I call a cab cuz a cab will come quicker The doctors huddle up and call a flea ficker The reason that I say that cuz they Flick you off like fleas They be laughin' at ya while you're crawlin' on your knees And to the strength so go the length Thinkin' you are first when you really are tenth You better wake up and smell the real flavor Cuz 9-1-1 is a fake life saver Chourus Ow, ow, 9-1-1 is a joke |
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from Public Enemy - Apocolypse 91...The Enemy Strikes Back (1991)
Yo gee
Come and get your New York Post New York Post right here Come on y'all Get the bost stubost stubost Coasta coasta New York Post Yo New York Post don't brag or boast Dissin' flavor when he's butter that you put on your toast Put my address in the paper cause I smacked that girl She's the mother of my kid's that I took around the world Disagreements having scuffles when you share upon You shouldn't try to drain subjects in a duck pond If you're gonna tell a story about people's worries Watch what you tell 'em cause they don't bring you glory It only brings agony, ask James Cagney He beat up on a guy when he found he was a fagney Cagney is a favorite he is my boy He don't jive around he's a real McCoy Chuck D yeah, you tellin' Flav we got to let 'em know Here's a letter to the New York Post The worst piece of paper on the east coast Matter of fact the whole state's forty cents in New York City fifty cents elsewhere It makes no goddamn sense at all America's oldest continuously published daily piece of bullshit Flavor Flav is the one that makes The Post money Writers making violence in headlines funny Tryin' to undress my past until it's naked Post got Flavor from sellin' no records Europe Asia to the street of New York Flavor Flav known for his finesse talk Do it to ya for The Post to employ me New York Post can't destroy me Rapper of Public Enemy, rapstar beats lover With the headline of a fucked up cover Out the pot took plate New York Post get your story straight motherfucker It always seem they make our neighborhood look bad Here's a letter to the New York Post Ain't worth the paper it's printed on Founded in 1801 by Alexander Hamilton That is 190 years continuous of fucked up news Yo one can play the game, two can play the game Yo Flav read on can't forget you either Jet Flavor Flav is your best Jet yet My own people own the most business Write on faith of value'sness Should have checked with me before you wrote it Got it from another source and quote it Put it out like the new year bull drop In every beauty parlor and barber shop Flavor Flav world renown Can't keep a man like Flavor down Yo Jet be a good host Don't print bull like the New York Post Augh, looks like somebody slipped up here Anyway here's a letter to the New York Post Black newspaper and magazines are supposed to get the real deal from the source y'all Sorry, Jet you took the info straight out of The Post Burned us just like toast When it comes to getting you facts straight about P.E. Get your shit correct |
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from Public Enemy - Greatest Misses (1994)
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 - 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 - 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 (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 - 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 - 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)
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)
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 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 - 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 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 - 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 - 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 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 He Got Game by Public Enemy [ost] (1999)
Crosstown traffic
Black to black You should a seen 'er Long and winding road to the arena Crystal ball I prophesized What was on the horizon Forewarned yall Is it any wonder What kind of ground you goin under A September ender To march madness remember? You never heard a murder Take for example Unsolved mystery Life lost in a funk sample Enter the bandwagons Braggin hangin banners Clearin the way for younger MCs And new hammers What was criticized six years back Is now back With New York on the jersey front and back Feel like Tiger Woods Got madd goods Way up from the cheap seats Comin outta the hood Race to the black seats Amongst the wack seats Be the hardcore Alongside the deadbeats The world lookin on Like spectators At crucified gladiators Feels like a jungle inside Where fish swim birds fly Man got a tendency to die Man falls to the hands of man But damn if i'll ever try To survive at courtside Four tickets to fly Rap or play ball do the game Or duck the drive by Same league that defends Be the same ones that do us in Spys CIA - FBI And them suits in that Corporate sky Eye for an eye The target is the bad guy Heard the war is on From the announcer Bound to get the crowd Bouncin Yes and it counts and In this corner representin the Best in the west Died from four bullets Two in the chest Worshipped on the other side Of TV sets Had madd fans Comin outta both sex Sold, multi platinum Eight times gold But died of homicide Twenty five years old Heard he died in debt too I ain't seen a winner yet, you? The confused crowd boos The move__________ In that corner Number one in the east The peace cursed for life By the mark of the beast Raised by peeps rode jeeps Deep in Brooklyn beats Praised as a hero Who came up off the streets The crowd looks on Claimin sides they don't own A house built up on Their skulls and bones Knew it be a matter of time The play by play Two rappers slain Main So let us pray Wit all the gunnin Crowd goin crazy Gettin bigger Proud to be called a bunch Bitches and niggas The ghetto stage fulla Field nigga goals Hip hop shoot outs vs those house negros Five bodies got on the shot clock Runnin down in the count made The scoreboard rock The referees the LAPD The LVPD Said they couldn't catch What they couldn't see Question Was it bigger than the names Not only in the game But the game behind the game Down to the remaining Seconds of this record Anatomy of a murder Intensity of a mystery Dead and gone As the heads looked on Helpless As the atmosphere preyed on Investigating And the winner be Interscope/UNI Arista/BMG Lost in overtime Da tombstone trophy for people that ______ The rhymes that died Beats that deceased _____best Rest in peace Chorus Rainy days from stormy nights Though the stars shined Days were bright That was then this is now That was them this is how Rainy days from stormy nights Though the stars shined Days were bright Live and die by the sword Come playoff time Is your lord a god Or is your god a dog? |
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from Public Enemy - There'S A Poison Goin' On (1999)
Start a war on the poor gettin mad donations
Takin cheese out of poor nations Got haitians still on sugar plantations Wiped em out called it exotic vacations. As you dig it they set up regulations Turn the rest of the world into cancer patients. What?s the diff no buts ands or ifs... Now i need a place to hide away. Are you ready are you ready Whose the real docs of death Oh no it?s doctor death Killer man atomic b-boys in japan. Another brother dies up in sudan Kevorkian got the heads lookin for that kill em Dead from the feds shit man Contaminated in sad predicaments Blood threats, blastin continents Kings, queens dead presidents Can?t tell me where my chiza went. Take em down blow the house down blaw The evils got you wobblin like weebles Thinking you equal, killin lost peoples No sequal remember biko Whose the real docs of death Oh no it?s doctor death Whose the real docs of death Killin millions til they?re last breath Got no right to be dead ass wrong Killin me softly with your songs Bring the noise But surrounded by cowboys Indigenous but wiped out Diggin new ditches Can you dig it Turnin tricks at the tip of politics The devils slick, gettin their head split I spit at those hypocrites So i sticks to the music Think about it it?s god You better get with the scene Keep you and i from being human beings You deserve what you deserve, If you believe what he believes And into everything you leave. Oh what a tangled web you weave, When destroyed by the disease by 33 degrees Bringing satan down to his knees |
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from Public Enemy - There'S A Poison Goin' On (1999)
All I want to do is get paid back
for all that time I spent in the back Livin' in shacks fillin' up sacks of cotton Now it's what we fought you're makin' six packs There's some got our hope out of control of my soul pass the Ol' Gold Behold the pale horse Supreme Court Sweatin' niggas like sports Hunt a nigga for sport See a nigga play sports no support On the outside lookin' in If that's what's up then I ain't never been in style then Everything is anything, anything is upbeat of nothing Once again, poisoned from the paper and pen You better defend that bullshit on the other end Fuck your own thing, if your own thing's the wrong thing Fuck dem chicken wings Last able man standing Follow what? I ain't understanding What's better to understand then be misunderstood? 'cause the FBI is up to no good Power to the peeps who come with their own drum And don't end up like sheep [Chorus: ] Kill! Kill Em Live! [Repeat: 3X] Verse 2: Chuck D Mad heads confused by the isms Bustin' caps incoginisms Phone taps, makin' sure they record ya From my midnight plane to Georgia, uhh Ancient to ???? player The life giver, the name take-awayer Propaganda can't gasp the last man standing Assassinate all the plannin' Get wreck, what you see is what you get To plunder more stars than Trek 21st Century Robin Hood I guess the politics are robbin' hoods Fuck the Government 'cause you know that I would 'Cause the FBI is up to no good Power to the peeps who come with their own drum And don't end up like sheep [Chorus: Repeat 5X] Be a bitch is a foreign crime Engine, engine number 9 Engineerin' monopolies, triggers and uninsured jalopy's Catchin' more lock than companies Engineerin' opinion and policies Herd following like sheep Following of the sheep will be sheep based on what they heard from their peeps, uhh Able to straddle quick beats without a battle Politician assassinated Rappers get shot, quote Chris Rock "To have, to have not" is the question Yes, them 'have nots' be robots All the sheeps have forgot The 'haves' keep the 'have nots' guessin' under them Smith & Wessuns [Chorus: Repeat 7X] |
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from Public Enemy - There'S A Poison Goin' On (1999)
Madd topics, no you can't stop it
Like how much they paid for that rocket? People in the hood really ain't got shit How much got spent by the President? Where my money went? Livin' here separate Even heads gotta nerve yellin' represent Beat down cribs funky ghetto adlibs Gadgets, value jets, half lit cigarettes, city limits Put my whole soul in it I been waitin' too long to get where I'm goin' Hatas dissin' this flowin', thinkin' ball and rap Is the greatest thing from blacks Hype, watch a sucka run to it Seems like a river runs through it Simple to do it, pass the can around Try to help one another The pimp got tricks That he learned from the other Go by the color you'll discover Damn everybody ain't no brother Just when you thought it was safe I'm dubbing madd breaks on ol' C.I.A. tapes Ain't no stoppin' who in this country tis of you It's monkey see monkey do Now in the age of followin' the celebrity rage A 12 gauge flipped the whole page The score lopsided in a one sided war Could be more than what you bargained for Six-pack weasels pumped up by their own press releases Till the capital ceases Ain't no difference tween black and white Except the green in between, yeah, right Know, what I mean? Spook that sat by the sound Black like James Brown, it's been goin' down Spirit in your dark ass direction Projection controls perception Got you guessin' in the art of deception Indexes confusin' Rolexes for Rolodexes Another brother fried in Texas Spent my best pay days hittin' off exec's Turn it up, turn it up, turn it up Analysis of the situations Bringing forth alarming revelations Cigars 100,000 dollar cars, what Most of us do the laundry in the bus Is we blessed 'cause fast foods processed Will the last be first can the first be less? Got no leverage Madd thirst for the beverages Now the funk got us dead 'n' drunk Got your drink on but got no think on Now you got beef, wanna knock out teeth Against the land of the lost, gettin' tosses 6 daze a week of course to the bosses Old timers preachin' as born again rhymers In the school gotta walk men Graduates can't talk, man Lyin' between the chalk man Shakin' that money maker That MTV honey is a faker Let ill and Al take her Deaded borders separated by the waters Stats and surveys be off like Saturdays Madd killers reproducin' like caterpillars What's on your mind on the welfare line? Cuttin' Medicaid got us droppin' like flies Words from the wise comin' from the dead Not alive from Facundo Ariel L??쨀pez Trejo |
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from Public Enemy - Apocolypse 91...The Enemy Strikes Back (1991)
Clear the way for the prophets of rage
Engagin' on the stage, on a track Tell Jack stay in the back I was born Every level I'm on You're warned Just in case you forgot I pump in kilowatts To let 'em know which direction To go what's up I wanna know I test the front row Forgiven the givin' while the livin' is livin' it up So many people is sleepin' while standin' up Not dressed to impress or fess it That's it text to the brain like FedEx Treated one and the same 'Cause the name of the game Don't give 'em checks above necks Some don't realize the same side Siddity in the city Suburbs or projects But we're livin' in a different time Some speed, some lead While some jus' pump rhymes Then again all in da same gang Info to flow And heal all below Let's go and find The piece of mind that's taken Or else the black or start breakin' Public Enemy no! |
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from Public Enemy - It Takes a Nation Of Millions To Hold Us Back (1988)
Louder Than A Bomb
Ridenhour - Shocklee - Sadler This style seems wild Wait before you treat me like a stepchild Let me tell you why they got me on file 'Cause I give you what you lack Come right and exact Our status is the saddest So I care where you at, black And at home I got a call from Tony Rome The FBI was tappin' my telephone I never live alone I never walk alone My posses always ready, and they're waitin' in my zone Although I live the life that of a resident But I be knowin' the scheme that of the president Tappin' my phone whose crews abused I stand accused of doing harm 'Cause I'm louder than a bomb C'mon C'mon louder etc... I am the rock hard trooper To the bone, the bone, the bone Full grown - consider me - stone Once again and I say it for you to know The troop is always ready, I yell `geronimo' Your CIA, you see I ain't kiddin' Both King and X they got ridda' both A story untold, true, but unknown Professor Griff knows... "I ain't no toast" And not the braggin' or boastin' and plus It ain't no secret why they're tappin' my phone, although I can't keep it a secret So I decided to kick it, yo And yes it weighs a ton I say it once again I'm called the enemy - I'll never be a friend Of those with closed minds, don't know I'm rapid The way that I rap it Is makin' 'em tap it, yeah Never servin 'em well, 'cause I'm an un-Tom It's no secret at all Cause I'm louder than a bomb Cold holdin' the load The burden breakin' the mold I ain't lyin' denyin', 'cause they're checkin' my code Am I buggin' 'cause they're buggin' my phone - for information No tellin' who's sellin' out - power buildin' the nation so... Joinin' the set, the point blank target Every brothers inside - so least not, you forget, no Takin' the blame is not a waste, here taste A bit of the song so you can never be wrong Just a bit of advice, 'cause we be payin' the price 'Cause every brother mans life Is like swingin' the dice, right? Here it is, once again this is The brother to brother The Terminator, the cutter Goin' on an' on - leave alone the grown Get it straight in '88, an' I'll troop it to demonstrate The posse always ready - 98 at 98 My posse come quick, because my posse got velocity Tappin' my phone, they never leave me alone I'm even lethal when I'm unarmed 'Cause I'm louder than a bomb 'Cause the D is for dangerous You can come and get some of this I teach and speak So when its spoke, it's no joke The voice of choice The place shakes with bass Called one for the treble The rhythm is the rebel Here's a funky rhyme that they're tappin' on Just thinkin' I'm breakin' the beats I'm rappin' on CIA FBI All they tell us is lies And when I say it they get alarmed 'Cause I'm louder than a bomb |
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from Public Enemy - Greatest Misses (1994)
Louder Than A Bomb
Ridenhour - Shocklee - Sadler This style seems wild Wait before you treat me like a stepchild Let me tell you why they got me on file 'Cause I give you what you lack Come right and exact Our status is the saddest So I care where you at, black And at home I got a call from Tony Rome The FBI was tappin' my telephone I never live alone I never walk alone My posses always ready, and they're waitin' in my zone Although I live the life that of a resident But I be knowin' the scheme that of the president Tappin' my phone whose crews abused I stand accused of doing harm 'Cause I'm louder than a bomb C'mon C'mon louder etc... I am the rock hard trooper To the bone, the bone, the bone Full grown - consider me - stone Once again and I say it for you to know The troop is always ready, I yell `geronimo' Your CIA, you see I ain't kiddin' Both King and X they got ridda' both A story untold, true, but unknown Professor Griff knows... "I ain't no toast" And not the braggin' or boastin' and plus It ain't no secret why they're tappin' my phone, although I can't keep it a secret So I decided to kick it, yo And yes it weighs a ton I say it once again I'm called the enemy - I'll never be a friend Of those with closed minds, don't know I'm rapid The way that I rap it Is makin' 'em tap it, yeah Never servin 'em well, 'cause I'm an un-Tom It's no secret at all Cause I'm louder than a bomb Cold holdin' the load The burden breakin' the mold I ain't lyin' denyin', 'cause they're checkin' my code Am I buggin' 'cause they're buggin' my phone - for information No tellin' who's sellin' out - power buildin' the nation so... Joinin' the set, the point blank target Every brothers inside - so least not, you forget, no Takin' the blame is not a waste, here taste A bit of the song so you can never be wrong Just a bit of advice, 'cause we be payin' the price 'Cause every brother mans life Is like swingin' the dice, right? Here it is, once again this is The brother to brother The Terminator, the cutter Goin' on an' on - leave alone the grown Get it straight in '88, an' I'll troop it to demonstrate The posse always ready - 98 at 98 My posse come quick, because my posse got velocity Tappin' my phone, they never leave me alone I'm even lethal when I'm unarmed 'Cause I'm louder than a bomb 'Cause the D is for dangerous You can come and get some of this I teach and speak So when its spoke, it's no joke The voice of choice The place shakes with bass Called one for the treble The rhythm is the rebel Here's a funky rhyme that they're tappin' on Just thinkin' I'm breakin' the beats I'm rappin' on CIA FBI All they tell us is lies And when I say it they get alarmed 'Cause I'm louder than a bomb |
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from Public Enemy - Greatest Misses (1994)
Louder Than A Bomb
Ridenhour - Shocklee - Sadler This style seems wild Wait before you treat me like a stepchild Let me tell you why they got me on file 'Cause I give you what you lack Come right and exact Our status is the saddest So I care where you at, black And at home I got a call from Tony Rome The FBI was tappin' my telephone I never live alone I never walk alone My posses always ready, and they're waitin' in my zone Although I live the life that of a resident But I be knowin' the scheme that of the president Tappin' my phone whose crews abused I stand accused of doing harm 'Cause I'm louder than a bomb C'mon C'mon louder etc... I am the rock hard trooper To the bone, the bone, the bone Full grown - consider me - stone Once again and I say it for you to know The troop is always ready, I yell `geronimo' Your CIA, you see I ain't kiddin' Both King and X they got ridda' both A story untold, true, but unknown Professor Griff knows... "I ain't no toast" And not the braggin' or boastin' and plus It ain't no secret why they're tappin' my phone, although I can't keep it a secret So I decided to kick it, yo And yes it weighs a ton I say it once again I'm called the enemy - I'll never be a friend Of those with closed minds, don't know I'm rapid The way that I rap it Is makin' 'em tap it, yeah Never servin 'em well, 'cause I'm an un-Tom It's no secret at all Cause I'm louder than a bomb Cold holdin' the load The burden breakin' the mold I ain't lyin' denyin', 'cause they're checkin' my code Am I buggin' 'cause they're buggin' my phone - for information No tellin' who's sellin' out - power buildin' the nation so... Joinin' the set, the point blank target Every brothers inside - so least not, you forget, no Takin' the blame is not a waste, here taste A bit of the song so you can never be wrong Just a bit of advice, 'cause we be payin' the price 'Cause every brother mans life Is like swingin' the dice, right? Here it is, once again this is The brother to brother The Terminator, the cutter Goin' on an' on - leave alone the grown Get it straight in '88, an' I'll troop it to demonstrate The posse always ready - 98 at 98 My posse come quick, because my posse got velocity Tappin' my phone, they never leave me alone I'm even lethal when I'm unarmed 'Cause I'm louder than a bomb 'Cause the D is for dangerous You can come and get some of this I teach and speak So when its spoke, it's no joke The voice of choice The place shakes with bass Called one for the treble The rhythm is the rebel Here's a funky rhyme that they're tappin' on Just thinkin' I'm breakin' the beats I'm rappin' on CIA FBI All they tell us is lies And when I say it they get alarmed 'Cause I'm louder than a bomb |
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from Public Enemy - There'S A Poison Goin' On (1999)
Told ya buffalo soldier
Fell to the ground like folgers Couldn't hold the boulder Fancy dancer paralyzed for an answer In the hip hop game but the rap got cancer Tumors poppin' from the middle of rumors Generation X be the end of baby boomers Is the next generation headed for doom Control the soul and you got a got a Truck fulla fertilizer blowin' up the spot Think it's terrorism the borderline's hot Check the passports tap the telephone Surprise they home grown And one of your fuckin' own It's dat same ol' shit, dat same ol' game From that same ol' gang up to that same ol' thing Now what I see say you know me I pour a metaphor of LSD I don't know what y'all thinkin' about But if you know like I know You better strap on your seatbelt 'Cause you in for a long ride Now I be damn I been a man Figure I never call myself a nigger to get Benjamin What's love got to do wit what you got Not a whole lot, no forgot oh this shit is hot Spendin' all the cheddar for clothes Wit a sign foreclosed on the front mud Lost in dominoes Now the heads tell tales how the dead bled and fled Now they livin' up in the bed Instead they seize us like Jesus Married to the mob did a sloppy job in Hempstead Lord had mercy wanna curse me New world order got my ass drownin' in the water Now what you stuck to the west That funk to the east is phat, ATL be krunk dirty south Thirty thou crankin' trunks Try to pass the test but to the rest they flunk Now what be indebted, better get over it Those times and raps ain't never comin' back No future without a pass, I kick ass Rock the sox off a Pandora's box Is it any wonder why the clocks flavor got? Between rehearsin' a verse my jaw lox I set the bomb between the R and B scene Go against the grain run up on the train And so I parallel the brains of Cobain As hip hop brain made 'em spill the champagne Make it plain the sound remains insane Come the same no holes closin' up the lane Don't ask no questions on the simple level Can the magic get Shaq back, Knicks get Van exel Bold rap lyrics fuck whatcha heard Not no lost and found nouns or half ass words Turnaround funk power moves ruffs I ain't never been cuckoo for no coco puffs LSD, set it free make 'em see the tricks Rather try at 37 than die at 26 Lawyers no loyalties accountants no royalties Lie for a lie, I look 'em in the eye History speaking lawyers should die Kissed the companies and made them all cry A new rap song and a real drive by Why o why did the video die The narcs and the feds got the pimp niggas 'fraid Threat of the aids got the bitches afraid The goddamn white man got you afraid Social service got your mama afraid Scared of the fact before a niggas black Some of you say nigga before you say crack You got no back is what you lack Just say black and I'll see where your ass is at |
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from Public Enemy - Yo! Bum Rush The Show (1999)
I'm cold gettin' busy while I'm shakin' you down I'm on the air - you're on the ground Chuck D - the enemy - words you heed Build for speed - but what you need is Funky fresh s fallin' down on time Your enemy poppin' it - droppin' dime Comin' out rockin' a tomahawk jam And still gettin' fly with the mike in my hand I'm cold coolin' out - layin in the shade Dealers buggin cause they're gonna get sprayed Their intimidator - your Scarface What's goin' on (huh) what's takin' place I don't wear gold but I clock ducats Cause I have the money overflowing out of buckets You want crazy dollars - I make people holler You stick 'em up stupid and I'm snatching biters collars Cause I'm Public Enemy I'll rebuild your mine to alleviate Unnecessary pressures that can recreate The sting that stung Yama-Goochie Foo Yung He bit the Public Enemy he nearly got hung His brain was gettin' bigger than a pregnant toad His heartbeat stopped cause of overload See, I made the beat that broke his back I cut his circulation made his world turn back I find things out like E.S.P. I've got Kreskin's brain velocity Like Alexander Munday - I'm in like Flint Mercedes limousine with a hardcore tint I'm captain of the ships I make 'em walk the planks Riding round the world hundred sixty million francs Not like the kind that you put on the grill Cause I only do it like that when I'm on a chill hill I'm the Public Enemy I'm goin' for the money that man ever made Gettin' thrills from orders that the suckers obeyed It's gettin' late and I can't wait To drive by the bus and rock my tape My car is movin' fast, like a train Never skiddin' off the road not even in the rain I'm cold dodgin' tickets, rockin' all the jams Makin' biters step back and understand I got to the beach, the ground was so sandy Girls on my jock like ants on candy Checking out the fellas with the girls on the side Put ya boat in the water, let's take a ride to the land of party people rocking shocking to the beat Keep ya eyes on ya girl cause ya know I'm gonna cheat I'm gonna max and relax and chill my will Body rockin', brain shockin' makes your heart stand still Where's the Public Enemy |
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from Public Enemy - Fear Of A Black Planet (1994)
Meet The G That Killed Me Shocklee - Sadler - Ridenhour Man to man I don't know if they can From what I know The parts don't fit (Ahh shit) How he's sharin' a needle With a drug addict He don't believe he has it (Either) But now he does, he doesn't know cause he Goes straight to a ho Tell you what who was next on the but Wild thinin' on a germ Runnin' wild Yo stop But the bag popped |
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from Public Enemy - Greatest Misses (1994)
Ridenhour - Drayton - Shocklee Time is gettin' crazy - people clockin' out They're robbin' all the cribs on death wish route Breakin' into cars trying to steal their system 20 pounds on the bar, betcha can't lift 'em Ya throw two punches, now you got no wind Hittin' mega pipes, gettin' super stupid thin Smokin' all the squares and crying all the tears Cause you're workin' for ya boy, came short and full of swears Ya couldn't make the money cause ya smoked up all the product Walkin' round town, skeptalepsy illaroduct Can't be trusted cause you're living in the past Ya should have kept yo ass away from that blast MEGABLAST! Oh please, oh please, oh please, oh please Just give me just one more hit (x8) I got a homeboy who is out on the block He sells mo crack than they sell fish at the dock He runs to every car, thinkin' he's a star He gets his product snatched by some people in a car The car pulls off as he hungs onto the side Of the car that is in motion, guess his product took a ride He tried to sell a demon for a thirty dollar bill Fake gold plate on the back, no frills Fake Hawaiian suit, scratched up knees In his fridgerator, bread, water, cheese An antique fork, how long will it last? We'll see in twelve minutes when he wants the blast MEGABLAST! Oh please, oh please, oh please, oh please Just give me just one more hit (x8) |
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from Public Enemy - Greatest Misses (1994)
Ridenhour - Drayton - Shocklee Time is gettin' crazy - people clockin' out They're robbin' all the cribs on death wish route Breakin' into cars trying to steal their system 20 pounds on the bar, betcha can't lift 'em Ya throw two punches, now you got no wind Hittin' mega pipes, gettin' super stupid thin Smokin' all the squares and crying all the tears Cause you're workin' for ya boy, came short and full of swears Ya couldn't make the money cause ya smoked up all the product Walkin' round town, skeptalepsy illaroduct Can't be trusted cause you're living in the past Ya should have kept yo ass away from that blast MEGABLAST! Oh please, oh please, oh please, oh please Just give me just one more hit (x8) I got a homeboy who is out on the block He sells mo crack than they sell fish at the dock He runs to every car, thinkin' he's a star He gets his product snatched by some people in a car The car pulls off as he hungs onto the side Of the car that is in motion, guess his product took a ride He tried to sell a demon for a thirty dollar bill Fake gold plate on the back, no frills Fake Hawaiian suit, scratched up knees In his fridgerator, bread, water, cheese An antique fork, how long will it last? We'll see in twelve minutes when he wants the blast MEGABLAST! Oh please, oh please, oh please, oh please Just give me just one more hit (x8) |
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from Public Enemy - Yo! Bum Rush The Show (1999)
Ridenhour - Drayton - Shocklee Time is gettin' crazy - people clockin' out They're robbin' all the cribs on death wish route Breakin' into cars trying to steal their system 20 pounds on the bar, betcha can't lift 'em Ya throw two punches, now you got no wind Hittin' mega pipes, gettin' super stupid thin Smokin' all the squares and crying all the tears Cause you're workin' for ya boy, came short and full of swears Ya couldn't make the money cause ya smoked up all the product Walkin' round town, skeptalepsy illaroduct Can't be trusted cause you're living in the past Ya should have kept yo ass away from that blast MEGABLAST! Oh please, oh please, oh please, oh please Just give me just one more hit (x8) I got a homeboy who is out on the block He sells mo crack than they sell fish at the dock He runs to every car, thinkin' he's a star He gets his product snatched by some people in a car The car pulls off as he hungs onto the side Of the car that is in motion, guess his product took a ride He tried to sell a demon for a thirty dollar bill Fake gold plate on the back, no frills Fake Hawaiian suit, scratched up knees In his fridgerator, bread, water, cheese An antique fork, how long will it last? We'll see in twelve minutes when he wants the blast MEGABLAST! Oh please, oh please, oh please, oh please Just give me just one more hit (x8) |
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from Public Enemy - It Takes a Nation Of Millions To Hold Us Back (1988)
1 Type: VERSE
Take that, ha ha, yeah boy Best for your face Take that, ha ha, yeah boy Best for your face 2 Type: VERSE Take that, best, best for you face Best for your face, best for your face Take that, ha ha, yeah boy Best for your face 3 Type: VERSE Take that, ha ha, yeah boy Best for your face Take that, ha ha, yeah boy Best for your face 4 Type: VERSE Take that, ha ha, take that Take that, ha ha, take that Take that, ha ha, take that Best, best, best, best for your face |
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from Public Enemy - Yo! Bum Rush The Show (1999)
Yo Chuck, run a power move on them Yeeaahh Yeeaahh Step back, get away give the brother some room You got to all turn me up when the beat goes boom to line to line Then you y'all understand my reputation for rhyme Cause my rhyme reputation depends on what Style of record my DJ cuts His slice an' dice super mix so nice So bad, you won't dispute the price Cause it's plain to see it's a strain to be Number one in the public I enemy Cause I'm wanted in 50 almost 51 States where the posse got me on the run It's a big wonder why I haven't gone under Dodgin' all types of microphone thunder A fugitive missin' all types of hell All this because I talk so well When I, Rock get up get down Miuzi weighs a ton Hold it Rock get up get down Miuzi weighs a ton Hold it Rock get up get down Miuzi weighs a ton Hold it Rock get up get down Miuzi weighs a ton Hold it The match up title the expression of thrill For elite to compete and attempt to get ill If looks could kill I'd chill until All the public catches on to my material you know The ducks criticize my every phase of rapture Can't wait to read the headlines of my capture Accused of assault a 1st degree crime Cause I beat competitors with my rhyme Tongue whipped, pushed, shoved and tripped Coocked from the hold of my Kung Fu grip And if you want my title it would be suicidal From my end it would be homicidal When I do work you get destroyed All the paranoid know to avoid The Public Enemy seat I've enjoyed This is no kid and I'm not no toy boy Rock get up get down Miuzi weighs a ton Hold it Rock get up get down Miuzi weighs a ton Hold it Rock get up get down Miuzi weighs a ton Hold it Rock get up get down Miuzi weighs a ton Hold it I'm a Public Enemy but I don't rob banks I don't shoot bullets and I don't shoot blanks My style is supreme number one is my rank And I got more power than the New York Yanks If Miuzi wasn't heavy I'd probably fire it I'd make you walk the plank if I was a pirate If they made me a King I would be a tyrant If you want to get me go ahead and try it Snatcher, dispatcher, biter never been a Instead of takin' me out take a girl to dinner The level of comp has never been thinner It's a runaway race where I'm the winner It's unreal they call the law And claimed I had started a war It was war they wanted and war they got But they wilted in the heat when Miuzi got hot Rock get up get down Miuzi weighs a ton Hold it Rock get up get down Miuzi weighs a ton Hold it Rock get up get down Miuzi weighs a ton Hold it Rock get up get down Miuzi weighs a ton Hold it My style versatile said without rhymes Which is why they're after me an' on my back Lookin' over my shoulder seein' what I write Hearin' what I say then wonderin' why Why they can't ever compete on my level Superstar status is my domain Understand my rhythm my pattern of lecture And then you'll know why I'm on the run This change of events results in a switch It's the lateral movement of my vocal pitch It eliminates pressure on the haunted But the posse is around so I got to front it Plus employ tactics so coy And leave no choise but to destroy Soloists, groups and what they say And all that try to cross my way When I, Rock get up get down Miuzi weighs a ton Hold it Rock get up get down Miuzi weighs a ton Hold it Rock get up get down Miuzi weighs a ton Hold it Rock get up get down Miuzi weighs a ton Hold it Yeah, that's right Public Enemy number one in New York Public Enemy number one in Philly Public Enemy number one in DC Public Enemy number one in Cleveland, Ohio Also where Public Enemy number one in St. Louis Public Enemy number one in New Jersey And bust it |
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from Public Enemy - Bring That Beat Back (2006)
Moby pemoby pemoby pemoby pe
Chuck Just gonna drop this on one of them moby beats Here we go Cmon Put your hands in the air Allright / yall Cmon Put your hands in the air Allright / now Cmon Put your hands in the air Allright/ yall Cmon Put your hands in the air Allright / now Fingers in the air Like you really give a damn Peace sign up Lemme hear you say yeah Power to the people Put your hands in the air Peace sign high Like you really do care Fingers in the air Like you really give a damn Peace sign up Lemme hear you say yeah Power to the people Put your hands in the air Peace sign high Like you really do care Cmon Cmon Put your hands in the air Allright / yall Cmon Put your hands in the air Allright / now Rather be sittin just a gettin it Power to the people not the governments Capitalists,communists, terrorists Swear to god i dont know the difference Makin new slaves outta immigrants Wanna know where all that money went Another trillion spent by the goverment Here the bomb go. sent by the president Power to the people Cause the people want peace Power to the people Cause the people want peace Power to the people Cause the people want peace Power to the people Cause the people want peace Cmon Put your hands in the air Allright / yall Cmon Put your hands in the air Allright / now Tell the leaders They gotta feed us Grand theft oil Gonna bleed us New whirl odor Doesnt need us Call for peace Better heed us Dictators Human haters Hand on the bomb , mass debators Finger on the button infiltrators Mklvfkwr Peace will save us Cmon Put your hands in the air Allright / yall Cmon Put your hands in the air Allright / now Cmon Put your hands in the air Allright / yall Cmon Put your hands in the air Allright / now Flav; Check one two we want everybody to put this sign up in the air And at the count of three Everybody tell me what this sign means Peace Cmon Put your hands in the air Allright / yall Cmon Put your hands in the air Allright now/ Cmon Put your hands in the air Allright / yall Cmon Put your hands in the air Allright now/ Power to the people Cause the people want peace Power to the people Cause the people want peace Power to the people Cause the people want peace Power to the people Cause the people want peace |
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from Public Enemy - Apocolypse 91...The Enemy Strikes Back (1991)
Yo yo yo gee, guess what happened
To the burned up hand that was clappin' Too good to be true Getting all the guys turn to get in doo-doo Took it all for granted Then life start turn to granted Having everything to having nothing Now this turkey ain't got no stuffing On the couch ill puffing To get you buffin', it's you they got cuffin Your family they did not believe me Till they heard it for themselves on TV I called the crib, the clock said seven More news at 11 Chrous: More news at 11 I was watching the TV screen Can't believe what I seen Three guys tried to rob a store Got more than what they bargained for They shot them right before my eyes All three just dropped like flies If they only thought before they did it Neither one of those three would have been with it As they fell to the floor and got rougher Now the family has got to suffer Pallbearers got to carry them While the family cry loud just to bury them Newscast and people were heavily amazed Flavor Flav just stared in a daze Eyewitness News - channel seven More news at 11 This is Harry Allen hip hop activist and media assassin with my co-anchor Flavor Flav for P.E. TV and by the way if you still think that they're that don't believe the hype |
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from Public Enemy - Apocolypse 91...The Enemy Strikes Back (1991)
Ridenhour - robertz - gary g-wiz - depper
(featuring sister souljah) Signed, sealed, delivered I b yours I pour it on the breaks Till it break laws Givin' the gabbin' So the brothers be havin' it Or else the five fingers of dope'll Be grabbin' it Wit' no complaints Givin' uppin' I ain't On the mike Like karl malone in the paint Why rip a rapper When he flow like water I rather rush a television reporter The frauds that tried to front Watch ya back Stop pullin' those lil' stunts Assault and battery 'cause I snatched the battery Off his back...the tv pack Why pop the rhyme On a rhymer when I kick it Rather spend my time, spittin' on a bigot Who pumped the pimp That fed the fiends He got jumped by the brothers in ft. green They slapped the mack That kept us back Sucker suckin' the hood like drack So if ya draggin' us down Wit' the wack attitude Get up, lookout, get out the way Move Signed Sealed Definition of a set-up Pourin' it on and won't let up 'cause f-a-l-l-i-n Never applied To this brother that tried To let ya know The folk of the american joke That kept us broke Now I'm ready to rap Strong fax I swing Like bo jax I'm never calm on a bomb track 60 percent 3/fifths Constituted Huh prostituted Why I'm mad 'cause it's written on the paper Right now Muther f--- bow Kicked The Lyric About The tricks Of the trade and the money made Who got the money betcha bottom Dollar bill Gonna find Some rich ol' bloodline But the blood is in the mud Take the whack an attack it Like a skud To the patriotic hater That got paid off my people I'm rude Lookout, get out the way Move Signed An what I'm gettin' is mine I bring the noise To town So let's get down I cranked the beats Tearin' up the street And the park An it ain't mozart Jack movin' out 'cause the black movin' in And it's old I said it in Who stole the soul? (listen) but 92 bring An attitude That say I don't give a F**k About the old way This is a new day Tell jack stay in the back And all the other Suckers That don't matter You got Somethin' to prove Scatter Get out the way Move! |
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from Public Enemy - It Takes a Nation Of Millions To Hold Us Back (1988)
Night Of The Living Baseheads
Ridenhour - Shocklee - Sadler Here it is BAMMM And you say, Goddamn This is the dope jam But lets define the term called dope And you think it mean funky now, no Here is a true tale Of the ones that deal Are the ones that fail Yeah You can move if you wanna move What it prove It's here like the groove The problem is this - we gotta' fix it Check out the justice - and how they run it Sellin', smellin' Sniffin', riffin' And brothers try to get swift an' Sell to their own, rob a home While some shrivel to bone Like comatose walkin' around Please don't confuse this with the sound I'm talking about...BASS I put this together to... Rock the bells of those that Boost the dose Of lack a lack And those that sell to Black Shame on a brother when he dealin' The same block where my 98 be wheelin' And everybody know Another kilo From a corner from a brother to keep another - Below Stop illin' and killin' Stop grillin' Yo, black, yo (we are willin') 4, 5 o'clock in the mornin' Wait a minute y'all The fiends are fiendin' Day to day they say no other way This stuff... Is really bad I'm talkin' 'bout...BASS Yo, listen I see it on their faces (First come first serve basis) Standin' in line Checkin' the time Homeboys playin' the curb The same ones that used to do herb Now they're gone Passin' it on Poison attack - the Black word bond Daddy-O Once said to me He knew a brother who stayed all day in his jeep And at night he went to sleep And in the mornin' all he had was The sneakers on his feet The culprit used to jam and rock the mike, yo He stripped the jeep to fill his pipe And wander around to find a place Where they rocked to a different kind of...BASS |
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from Public Enemy - It Takes a Nation Of Millions To Hold Us Back (1988)
Night Of The Living Baseheads
Ridenhour - Shocklee - Sadler Here it is BAMMM And you say, Goddamn This is the dope jam But lets define the term called dope And you think it mean funky now, no Here is a true tale Of the ones that deal Are the ones that fail Yeah You can move if you wanna move What it prove It's here like the groove The problem is this - we gotta' fix it Check out the justice - and how they run it Sellin', smellin' Sniffin', riffin' And brothers try to get swift an' Sell to their own, rob a home While some shrivel to bone Like comatose walkin' around Please don't confuse this with the sound I'm talking about...BASS I put this together to... Rock the bells of those that Boost the dose Of lack a lack And those that sell to Black Shame on a brother when he dealin' The same block where my 98 be wheelin' And everybody know Another kilo From a corner from a brother to keep another - Below Stop illin' and killin' Stop grillin' Yo, black, yo (we are willin') 4, 5 o'clock in the mornin' Wait a minute y'all The fiends are fiendin' Day to day they say no other way This stuff... Is really bad I'm talkin' 'bout...BASS Yo, listen I see it on their faces (First come first serve basis) Standin' in line Checkin' the time Homeboys playin' the curb The same ones that used to do herb Now they're gone Passin' it on Poison attack - the Black word bond Daddy-O Once said to me He knew a brother who stayed all day in his jeep And at night he went to sleep And in the mornin' all he had was The sneakers on his feet The culprit used to jam and rock the mike, yo He stripped the jeep to fill his pipe And wander around to find a place Where they rocked to a different kind of...BASS |
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from Public Enemy - Apocolypse 91...The Enemy Strikes Back (1991)
Nighttrain
Ridenhour - Robertz - Gary G-Wiz - The JBL - Depper Land of the free But the skin I'm in identifies me So the people around me Energize me Callin' all aboard this train ride Talkin' 'bout raw hardcore Leavin' frauds on the outside But the bad thing is anyone can ride the train And the reason For that is 'cause we look the same Lookin' all around at my so called friend Light skin to the brown The black Here we go again Homey over there knows Keith an But he be thiefin' I don't trust him Rather bust 'em Up out goes his hand and I cough He once stole from me Yeah I wanna cut it off The black thing is a ride I call the nighttrain It rides the good and the bad We call the monkey trained Trained to attack the black it's true 'Cause some of them look just like you Stayin' on the scene Sittin' on the train See all the faces Look about the same There go the sellout who's takin' a ride like Cargo 'Cause he deal The keys from Key Largo Runnin' Nat narcotic By George he got it Takin' makin' the G erotic And the fiends they scheme So he can put 'em down But his method is wreck 'em Put 'em in tha ground Got tha nerve as hell To yell brother man He ain't black man Known to murder his own Traitor on the phone Ridin' the train Self-hater trained To sell pain The master's toy Little boy Hard to avoid he look wit' it but he null 'n' void 'Cause he ridin' the train you think he down for the cause 'Cause his face looks just like yours More of the same insane who sayin' Like flowin' like nighttrain Runnin' the pain of the black reign You look, you laugh You doubt and go out And I'm gone But the bass goes on To talk the talk, but walk the walk The king of New York Crack a lack attack the black To crack the back Once again I test a friend wit' sincerity Or consider him an enemy Who am I to tell a lie Rather push da bush Hope da cracker get crushed I'm rollin' wit' rush Leader of the bum rush Russian I ain't Spreadin' like paint Lookin' at the put I got And its kickin' But it ain't chicken But it's livin' for a city So sick 'n' tired Of a scene buckwild, piled in a file Senile or chile They said it never been no worser Than this, I'm on the nighttrain They hope ya don't miss it Give ya what dey gotta give you just go You musn't just put your Trust in every brother yo Some don't give a damn 'Cause they the other man Worse than a bomb Posin' as Uncle Toms Disgracin' the race Blowin' up The whole crew Wit' some of them lookin' Just like you |
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from Public Enemy - It Takes a Nation Of Millions To Hold Us Back (1988)
Party For Your Right To Fight
Ridenhour - Shocklee - Sadler Power, equality And we're out to get it I know some of you ain't wid it This party started right in '66 With a pro-Black radical mix Then at the hour of twelve Some force cut the power And emerged from hell It was your so called government That made this occur Like the grafted devils they were J. Edgar Hoover, and he coulda proved to you He had King and X set up Also the party with Newton, Cleaver and Seale He ended, so get up Time to get em back ( You got it ) Get back on the track ( You got it ) Word from the honorable Elijah Muhammed Know who you are to be Black To those that disagree it causes static For the original Black Asiatic man Cream of the earth And was here first And some devils prevent this from being known But you check out the books they own Even masons they know it But refuse to show it, yo But it's proven and fact And it takes a nation of millions to hold us back |
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from Public Enemy - Greatest Misses (1994)
Party For Your Right To Fight
Ridenhour - Shocklee - Sadler Power, equality And we're out to get it I know some of you ain't wid it This party started right in '66 With a pro-Black radical mix Then at the hour of twelve Some force cut the power And emerged from hell It was your so called government That made this occur Like the grafted devils they were J. Edgar Hoover, and he coulda proved to you He had King and X set up Also the party with Newton, Cleaver and Seale He ended, so get up Time to get em back ( You got it ) Get back on the track ( You got it ) Word from the honorable Elijah Muhammed Know who you are to be Black To those that disagree it causes static For the original Black Asiatic man Cream of the earth And was here first And some devils prevent this from being known But you check out the books they own Even masons they know it But refuse to show it, yo But it's proven and fact And it takes a nation of millions to hold us back |
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from Public Enemy - Greatest Misses (1994)
Party For Your Right To Fight
Ridenhour - Shocklee - Sadler Power, equality And we're out to get it I know some of you ain't wid it This party started right in '66 With a pro-Black radical mix Then at the hour of twelve Some force cut the power And emerged from hell It was your so called government That made this occur Like the grafted devils they were J. Edgar Hoover, and he coulda proved to you He had King and X set up Also the party with Newton, Cleaver and Seale He ended, so get up Time to get em back ( You got it ) Get back on the track ( You got it ) Word from the honorable Elijah Muhammed Know who you are to be Black To those that disagree it causes static For the original Black Asiatic man Cream of the earth And was here first And some devils prevent this from being known But you check out the books they own Even masons they know it But refuse to show it, yo But it's proven and fact And it takes a nation of millions to hold us back |
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from He Got Game by Public Enemy [ost] (1999)
On the outs I lace up, the world I face up
To score on anybody, its war on everybody The new guys come in blood shot between the eyes As long as their sellin that merchandise And one what goes in don't come back The color may be green but its also black And red I know many heads that spent bloodshed Cursed in converses, dead in Pro Keds Now every Tom, Dick, Harry or Joe Smith Skip the spauldings, pony's, and k-swiss High school and college coaches gettin Kickbacks from scholarships and them slave ships Hey Dr. J where you got those moves Was it gettin high in the schools Can it be the shoes? Truth is truth, I tear the fuckin roof off the house Expose them foes with my mouth I see corporate hands up in foreign lands With the man behind the man gettin paid behind the man I hold the rocket stop the hand in my pocket 200 a pair but I'm addicted to the gear They'll make me do things on the court to amaze ya I heard they make em for a buck 8 in Asia They came a long way baby since Clyde Frazier had pumas, pullin mad consumers Them Filas I'm feelin but I cant touch the ceiling Them New Balance hits 120 million The last thing I need is Adidas terminatin my contract For wearing those old pair of wack Reebok low tops covered up by floppy socks Gave me a jump shot before I got jumped and shot Duckin a word from my sponsor Trying to end my year like Kwaanza Been paid since the 8th grade 11th grader, pop the champagne 12th grade start the campaign Gettin fame sign my name in the dotted frame Nike got me pullin re's and g's Shit, I can get shot for these Please god give me 20 more years on these knees To maintain without this game I gotta do keys And I don't wanna go there because its fuckin everywhere Factories wanna be me kids wanna see me Behind the wheels and endorsement deals Its the politics and the tricks behind the kicks |
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from Public Enemy - Fear Of A Black Planet (1994)
Pollywanacraka Shocklee - Sadler - Ridenhour She wants a lover right now But not no brother Her man gotta have a lotta money To get under her cover Now she's a fine sister But up here she's missin' it She says she wanna learn about life No old black bull shit At the age of 15 a brother gave her a baby She's 19 now and it drover her crazy And now everytime She turns around All the people in the neighborhood Look and get mand and sing Meet Mr. Succesful I guess he's blessed yeah But he happens to be a brother Who only wants blue eyes and blonde hair Now this young mister He don't like sisters He couldn't find that special one He know why he missed her He says sisters wasn't good enuff They only wanted his green stuff That's why everytime he turned Around all the people In the neighborhood Looked and got mad And sang I try to tell my people There should not be any hatred For a brother or a sister Whose opposite race they've mated No man is God And God put us all here (yeah) But this system has no wisdom The devil split us in pairs And taught us White is good, Black is bad And Black and White is still too bad That's why everytime I turn around All the people in my neighborhood Look mad and sing.... |
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from Public Enemy - Fear Of A Black Planet (1994)
Power To The People Shocklee - Sadler - Ridenhour And you thought the beat slowed down Power to the people Get on up, get into it, get involved Feel the bass as the cut revolves To the brothers wit the 808 Like I said before PE got a brand new funk Turn it up, boom the trunk, yeah Internationally known on the microphone Makin' sure the brothers will never leave you alone To my sisters Sisters yes we missed ya Let's get it together make a nation You can bet on it, don't sleep on it 'Cause the troops cold jeepin' it pumpin (Power to the people) Turn us loose we shall overcome They say where you get that bass from Hey ohh people, people as we continue on Come along, sings this song, are you ready for '91 Rhythm nation pump that bass an We like to know from Chicago, New York and LA Are y'all ready, cause the plans in the jam And we're ready to roll yo y'all got to tell me Are y'all read read to go c'mon (Power to the people) Had to kick it like that as we roll as one One under the sun, to all the cities and the side Stateside and the whole wide There it is P-e-a-c-e 1991 |
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from Public Enemy - It Takes a Nation Of Millions To Hold Us Back (1988)
With vice I hold the mike device
With force I keep it away of course And I'm keepin' you from sleepin' And on stage I rage And I'm rollin' To the poor I pour in on in metaphors Not bluffin', it's nothin' That we ain't did before We played you stayed The p |
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from Public Enemy - Yo! Bum Rush The Show (1999)
Yo Chuck, bust a move man I was on my way up here to the studio Ya know what I'm sayin' And this brother stop me and axe me Yo wassup with that brother Chuckie D, he swear he nice I said Yo the brother don't swear he's nice, he knows he's nice Ya know what I'm sayin' So Chuck, we gotta fill in You turn him into a Public Enemy man Now remeber that line you was kicking to me On the way out to LA ??? ??? ??? While we was in the car on our way to the Shot Well yo right now kick the bass for them brothers And let them know What goes on What goes on Well I'm all in - put it up on the board Another rapper shot down from the mouth that roared 1-2-3 down for the count The result of my s - oh yes, no doubt Cold rock rap - 49er supreme Is what I choose and I use I never lose to a team Cause I can can go solo - like a Tyson bolo Make the fly girls wanna have my photo Run in their room - hang it on the wall In remembrance that I rocked them all Suckers, ducks, ho-hum emcees You can't rock the kid - so go cut the cheese Take this application of rhymes like these My rap's red hot - 110 degrees So don't start bassin' I'll start placin' Bets on that you'll be disgracing You and your mind from a beatin' from my rhymes A time for a crime that I can't find I'll show you my gun - my Uzi weighs a ton Because I'm Public Enemy number one One One One One One One One You got no rap - but you want to battle It's like havin' a boat - but you got no paddle Cause I never pause - I say it because I don't break in stores - but I break all laws Written while sittin' - all fittin' not bitten Givin' me the juice that your not gettin' I'm not a law obeyer so you can tell your mayor I'm a non-stop, rhythm rock poetry sayer I'm the rhyme player - the ozone layer A battle what? Here's a bible start your prayer This word to the wise is justified If they ask you what happened just admit you lied You just got caught a - for going out of order And now you're servin' football teams their water You messed with the master, word to Chuck And I'll wax cold tax, made sure you got dome You just got dissed - all but dismissed Sucker duck emcees - you get me pissed It's no fun - being on the run Because they got me Public Enemy number one One - One - One One - One - One Don't you know, don't you know I got a posse over force to back me up Watch out, we got never the match Ambush attack on my back doubleteamin', get creamed So we have us ??? ??? Wanna hear it again We got a force - enemy down The L.I. circuit sound Ain't it Chuckie D, myself and KG Flavor, DJ Melody Oh yes, I presume it's the tunes that make us groom To make all the ladies swoom But it's also the words from outer region a goldboy session Kickin' like Bruce Lee's chinese connection On stereo - never ever ??? All wax - yes I'm talkin' about vinyl They said stop freeze I got froze up Because I'm Public Enemy number one One - One - One One - One - One One - One - One For all you suckers liars, your cheap amplifiers You crossed up wires are always starting fires You grown up criers now here's a pair of pliers Get a job like your mother I heard she fixes old dryers You have no desires - your father fixes tires You try to sell ya equipment but you get no buyers It's you they never hire you're never on flyers Cause you and your crew is only known as good triers Known as the poetic political al son I'm Public Enemy number one One - One - One One - One - One One - One - One Yeah, that's right Chuck man That's what you gotta do You gotta tell them just like that Ya know what I'm sayin' Cause yo man, let me tell you a little somethin' man These brothers runnin' around - hard headed Makin' a little jealous Ya know what I'm sayin' Just like that, ya know They try to bring you down with 'em But yo Chuck, you gotta let 'em know who's who in the world of beat You gotta let 'em know that this is the 80's And we can get all the ladies And in the backyard we got a fly Mercedes And that's the way the story goes That's just the way the story goes Let me tell you a little somethin' man |
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from Public Enemy - Bring That Beat Back (2006)
Yo Chuck, bust a move man
I was on my way up here to the studio Ya know what I'm sayin' And this brother stop me and axe me Yo wassup with that brother Chuckie D, he swear he nice I said Yo the brother don't swear he's nice, he knows he's nice Ya know what I'm sayin' So Chuck, we gotta fill in You turn him into a Public Enemy man Now remeber that line you was kicking to me On the way out to LA ??? ??? ??? While we was in the car on our way to the Shot Well yo right now kick the bass for them brothers And let them know What goes on What goes on Well I'm all in - put it up on the board Another rapper shot down from the mouth that roared 1-2-3 down for the count The result of my s - oh yes, no doubt Cold rock rap - 49er supreme Is what I choose and I use I never lose to a team Cause I can can go solo - like a Tyson bolo Make the fly girls wanna have my photo Run in their room - hang it on the wall In remembrance that I rocked them all Suckers, ducks, ho-hum emcees You can't rock the kid - so go cut the cheese Take this application of rhymes like these My rap's red hot - 110 degrees So don't start bassin' I'll start placin' Bets on that you'll be disgracing You and your mind from a beatin' from my rhymes A time for a crime that I can't find I'll show you my gun - my Uzi weighs a ton Because I'm Public Enemy number one One One One One One One One You got no rap - but you want to battle It's like havin' a boat - but you got no paddle Cause I never pause - I say it because I don't break in stores - but I break all laws Written while sittin' - all fittin' not bitten Givin' me the juice that your not gettin' I'm not a law obeyer so you can tell your mayor I'm a non-stop, rhythm rock poetry sayer I'm the rhyme player - the ozone layer A battle what? Here's a bible start your prayer This word to the wise is justified If they ask you what happened just admit you lied You just got caught a - for going out of order And now you're servin' football teams their water You messed with the master, word to Chuck And I'll wax cold tax, made sure you got dome You just got dissed - all but dismissed Sucker duck emcees - you get me pissed It's no fun - being on the run Because they got me Public Enemy number one One - One - One One - One - One Don't you know, don't you know I got a posse over force to back me up Watch out, we got never the match Ambush attack on my back doubleteamin', get creamed So we have us ??? ??? Wanna hear it again We got a force - enemy down The L.I. circuit sound Ain't it Chuckie D, myself and KG Flavor, DJ Melody Oh yes, I presume it's the tunes that make us groom To make all the ladies swoom But it's also the words from outer region a goldboy session Kickin' like Bruce Lee's chinese connection On stereo - never ever ??? All wax - yes I'm talkin' about vinyl They said stop freeze I got froze up Because I'm Public Enemy number one One - One - One One - One - One One - One - One For all you suckers liars, your cheap amplifiers You crossed up wires are always starting fires You grown up criers now here's a pair of pliers Get a job like your mother I heard she fixes old dryers You have no desires - your father fixes tires You try to sell ya equipment but you get no buyers It's you they never hire you're never on flyers Cause you and your crew is only known as good triers Known as the poetic political al son I'm Public Enemy number one One - One - One One - One - One One - One - One Yeah, that's right Chuck man That's what you gotta do You gotta tell them just like that Ya know what I'm sayin' Cause yo man, let me tell you a little somethin' man These brothers runnin' around - hard headed Makin' a little jealous Ya know what I'm sayin' Just like that, ya know They try to bring you down with 'em But yo Chuck, you gotta let 'em know who's who in the world of beat You gotta let 'em know that this is the 80's And we can get all the ladies And in the backyard we got a fly Mercedes And that's the way the story goes That's just the way the story goes Let me tell you a little somethin' man |
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from Public Enemy - Bring That Beat Back (2006)
cant understand some of these
rhymin in circles now patroitic emcees on bent knees by six degrees lord have mercy even the voice of god rehearses attack of the 50 ft verses supermama this time around gotta few curses papa gotta new bag of cant get worse comes to worse cant get enough of tryin it sayin nothing goin noplace no time soon but buyin it like gettin in a car without drivin it still black rock the wax like stax i rip , i mix full screen like imax so i max relax off the deep end get deep in the record 100 beats per second cut down the like rhymes cause they get redundant refuse to stoop to stupid cause they dumbed it down like motown say it loud damn like im the new james brown uh put it up (repeat) rocked the concoction a potion of too much emotion uh,im a keep it in motion call it whatcha wanna bus stop ,lectric slide cha cha funky 16 corners hot like jill scotts blues but damn too old for 22s but i can still move groove lets roll you cant do your thing if your things the wrong thing tax the payers stack paper but you failed as an eighth grader dumb ass failed every math class plus i know this like otis i like to know are you ready for some super dynamite soul f -it thats how it gos? beyond the cornrows if i cant talk , get to steppin tougue can be a tool and weapon listen put it up (repeat) tycoons damn im tired of these coons rhymin in circles words can either help or hurt you or be neutral cats still might shoot you what suits you if you gots issues a thousand tatoos confused in 200 dollar gym shoes spendin more than u got 2002 blues give it up turn it loose aint no use rest of you screamin rescue me from the residue fast break 5s on 2 us against you so what you gonna do? put it up (repeat) |
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from Public Enemy - Yo! Bum Rush The Show (1999)
Ridenhour - Sadler - Shocklee Testing - one - two Testing - one - two The house is now on fire Spread the walls ya'll Everybody get somebody we don't want anybody let fuck nobody Cause you know what time it is It's time to get busy And when it's time to get busy You know what you gotta do You gotta Raise the roof because it's all on fire Not done by the sun or electrical wire Not done by sons stricking matches with daughters But done by scratches so save that water This jam is packed so I just figure All we need is the house to get bigger So startin' with the roof down to the base We're at your service to burn the place Come on Come on Come on Raise the roof That's right Raise the roof Come on With the spot as hot as it can get An' the roof's on fire - you're soaked and wet The puzzle on your face shows as you sweat But your body keeps movin' with no regrets Chandeliers shake, swing from front to back Left to right all night - and the lights don't crack Your minds on the time - hopin' it don't end Cause it's time to get stupid - here we go again Come on Come on Come on raise the roof Come on Raise the roof ya'll Come on Stare at the strope - pull your earlobe For the sights and sounds clear across the globe This jam might hit or miss the charts But the style gets wild as state of the art Dazzling in science - bold in nerve But givin' my house what it deserves Served on the floor cause I get payed Make the fans that left, wished they had'a stayed Realize my friend - ain't this a trip As your body gets railed when you do the flip And your mind gets rocked when we're on the roll Then the freak of the week makes you lose control A Swatch for a watch - so you'll know the time Your crowd gets loud and you clock my rhyme The messiah's on fire and I'm living proof I'll quench your desire and raise your roof Come on Come on raise the roof Come on Raise the roof Come on In school I'm cool throughout the week When the weekend comes - I'm down with the Greeks Frat brothers known across the seven seas Fly ladies of the 80's - sororities The Zetas, Deltas, AKA's Women that keep me in a daze The A-Phi-A - Sigma boys on the move With the Kappas and the Ques and of course the groove And for real it's the deal and the actual fact Takes a nation of millions to hold me back Rejected and accepted as a communist Claimin' fame to my name as a terrorist Makin' money in corners that you'll never see Dodgin' judges and the lawyers and the third degree Nothin' wrong with a song to make the strong survive Realize gave me five cause I kept 'em alive Mislead what you read about my devilish deeds Mislead what I said so you're better off dead Make 'em hear it and see it for the deaf and blind And command it and we'll plan it for incapable minds Take for granted and demand it from the wave of my hand Make the jealous understand it and just say damn When they see me ask a question - "How the hell can it be?" When they watch me pull a serpent straight out of the sea Turn the winter into summer - then from hot to cold Expand my power on the hour - make you all behold From the slammer swing a hammer like the mighty Thor God of thunder, you'll go under - then you'll all applaud And fathom that distance, that the mad must reap Meet Namor sea lord - Prince of the deep Here for you to fear at any cost Tellin you to get busy or you better get lost Livin' lives civilized from the lessons I taught Cities buried underground just because I went off My friends, enemies - better be my friend Is the question people guessin' is this the end? End of the world - are you guessin' yes? Just say and don't delay it - get it off your chest Houses of crack - I've seen too much I go ready - aim - fire - then I'll blow 'em up |
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from Public Enemy - It Takes a Nation Of Millions To Hold Us Back (1988)
Yes - the rhythm, the rebel
Without a pause - I'm lowering my level The hard rhymer - where you never been I'm in You want stylin' - you know it's time again D the enemy - tellin you to hear it They praised the music - this time they play the lyrics Some say no to the album, the show Bum rush the sound I made a year ago I guess you know - you guess I'm just a radical Not a sabbatical - yes to make it critical The only part your body should be parting to Panther power on the hour from the rebel to you Radio - suckers never play me On the mix - just O.K. me Now known and grown when they're clocking my zone it's known Snakin' and takin' everything that a brother owns Hard - my calling card Recorded and orderd - supporter of Chesimard Loud and proud kickin' live next poet supreme Loop a troop, bazooka, the scheme Flavor - a rebel in his own mind Supporter of my rhyme Designed to scatter a line of suckers who claim I do crime Terminator X From a rebel it's final on black vinyl Soul, rock and roll comin' like a rhino Tables turn - suckers burn to learn They can't dis-able the power of my label Def Jam - tells you who I am The enemy's public - they really give a damn Strong Island - where I got 'em wild and That's the reason they're claimin' that I'm violent Never silent - no dope gettin' dumb nope Claimin' where we get our rhythm from Number one - we hit ya and we give ya some No gun - and still never on the run You wanna be an S.1 - Griff will tell you when And then you'll come - you'll know what time it is Impeach the president - pullin' out the ray-gun Zap the next one - I could be you're Sho-gun Suckers - don't last a minute Soft and smooth - I ain't with it Hardcore - rawbone like a razor I'm like a lazer - I just won't graze ya Old enough to raise ya - so this will faze ya Get it right boy and maybe I will praise ya Playin' the role I got soul too Voice my opinion with volume Smooth - no what I am Rough - cause I'm the man No matter what the name - we're all the same Pieces in one big chess game Yeah - the voice of power Is in the house - go take a shower boy P.E. a group, a crew - not singular We were black Wranglers We're rap stranglers You can't angle us - I know you're listenin' I caught you pissin' in you're pants You're scared of us dissin' us The crowd is missin' us We're on a mission boy Terminator X Attitude - when I'm on fire Juice on the loose - electric wire Simple and plain - give me the lane I'll throw it down your throat like Barkley See the car keys - you'll never get these They belong to the 98 posse You want some more son - you wanna get some Rush the door on a store - pick up the album You know the rhythm, the rhyme plus the beat is designed So I can enter your mind - Boys Bring the noise - my time Step aside for the flex - Terminator X |
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from Grand Theft Auto [ost] (2004)
Yes - the rhythm, the rebel
Without a pause - I'm lowering my level The hard rhymer - where you never been I'm in You want stylin' - you know it's time again D the enemy - tellin you to hear it They praised the music - this time they play the lyrics Some say no to the album, the show Bum rush the sound I made a year ago I guess you know - you guess I'm just a radical Not a sabbatical - yes to make it critical The only part your body should be parting to Panther power on the hour from the rebel to you Radio - suckers never play me On the mix - just O.K. me Now known and grown when they're clocking my zone it's known Snakin' and takin' everything that a brother owns Hard - my calling card Recorded and orderd - supporter of Chesimard Loud and proud kickin' live next poet supreme Loop a troop, bazooka, the scheme Flavor - a rebel in his own mind Supporter of my rhyme Designed to scatter a line of suckers who claim I do crime Terminator X From a rebel it's final on black vinyl Soul, rock and roll comin' like a rhino Tables turn - suckers burn to learn They can't dis-able the power of my label Def Jam - tells you who I am The enemy's public - they really give a damn Strong Island - where I got 'em wild and That's the reason they're claimin' that I'm violent Never silent - no dope gettin' dumb nope Claimin' where we get our rhythm from Number one - we hit ya and we give ya some No gun - and still never on the run You wanna be an S.1 - Griff will tell you when And then you'll come - you'll know what time it is Impeach the president - pullin' out the ray-gun Zap the next one - I could be you're Sho-gun Suckers - don't last a minute Soft and smooth - I ain't with it Hardcore - rawbone like a razor I'm like a lazer - I just won't graze ya Old enough to raise ya - so this will faze ya Get it right boy and maybe I will praise ya Playin' the role I got soul too Voice my opinion with volume Smooth - no what I am Rough - cause I'm the man No matter what the name - we're all the same Pieces in one big chess game Yeah - the voice of power Is in the house - go take a shower boy P.E. a group, a crew - not singular We were black Wranglers We're rap stranglers You can't angle us - I know you're listenin' I caught you pissin' in you're pants You're scared of us dissin' us The crowd is missin' us We're on a mission boy Terminator X Attitude - when I'm on fire Juice on the loose - electric wire Simple and plain - give me the lane I'll throw it down your throat like Barkley See the car keys - you'll never get these They belong to the 98 posse You want some more son - you wanna get some Rush the door on a store - pick up the album You know the rhythm, the rhyme plus the beat is designed So I can enter your mind - Boys Bring the noise - my time Step aside for the flex - Terminator X |
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