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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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| 2. |
| 4:29 |
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(Intro)
Our society is fucked up, they're fucking our brothers and sisters up These white motherfuckers have fucked us up... This ain't by no goddamn accident... Cameras, action, lights What, lookout, civil rights Whiplash, po-po, fed-lillers, killin' kids Crisis, c'mon, get it now, sound COINTEL, going down Projects, pop offs, issues, payback Sickness, lockdown, get it Free Mumia and H. Rap Brown Before you get what you want, gotta give the people what they need What you know about Soul If you got's none then we'll loan ya some... C'mon! Flow on, the project, the pop off Low tempo to go off, COINTEL better go to hell Bout that time hear the bell y'all .. (c'mon) Gotta lotta nerve never knowing Assata Gotcha mind wading in the water.. contract.. Gotcha! Motown, Stax, bring the beat back (Bring that beat back!) The Sound, free Mumia and H. Rap Brown Sure enough going down now Jamil Al Amin, nahmean? (yeah) Y'all missin' this is like dissin' this See your Uncle Sam pissing on this He's running real low on my shit list Take 'em all out with the quickness Before you get what you want, gotta give the people what they need Before you get what you want, gotta give the people what they need Cameras, action, lights What, lookout, civil rights Whiplash, po-po, fed-lillers, killin' kids Crisis, c'mon, get it now, sound COINTEL, going down Lookout! Before you get what you want.. gotta give the people what they need Before you get what you want.. gotta give the people what they need Before you get what you want.. gotta give the people what they need Before you get what you want.. gotta give the people what they need New breed of MC and get the flow on Body, mind, soul enough to go on Ughh!! Better go on Gotta get on so I can spit on Guitar to get on the pick on (damn) Shuffle now, the popcorn Free H. Rap c'mon Nothing new uhh.. better walk on Ughhh... get my talk on Never knew a {?} to get your money on So on and so on Do it like Mike - "Sha-mon!" The original right here, Uptown Saturday Night Uggghhh, get it, and get your head right... Ya'll don't know nothin' about this ... ughhh Real thing ughhh make your soul ring Before you get what you want.. gotta give the people what they need Before you get what you want.. gotta give the people what they need Cameras, action, lights What, lookout, civil rights Whiplash, po-po, fed-lillers, killin' kids Crisis, c'mon, get it now, sound COINTEL, going down Going down, going down, going down, going down Going down, going down, going down, going down Going down, going down, going down, going down Going down, down, down, down |
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| 3. |
| 4:27 |
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(Intro: Chuck D)
Watch the door, Chuck D, Public Enemy Paris, Guerilla Funk, Rebirth of a Nation 2006 Everybody needs somebody to watch the door as it's goin on Securin you - who's securin what?! Watch the door (Chuck D) Now I'm down to do your thing if your thing's the right thing P.E. ain't tryin to hear no fat lady sing (naw) Don't get it twisted cause we still love the music in the past Through the years see them use it then abuse it Some of these cats ain't sat down, washed their hands and say to the grace to the game, so they're a disgrace to the race Dig it, P-Dog we be diggin them party joints Beats for everybody joints Takin care and persevere I'm makin my point Message around the world, rap be's for the poor You on the floor, we at the door Rob the rich, give to the poor (Chorus: repeat 2X) Rob the rich, give to the poor Give back to get back cause we watch the door (Chuck D) Cause it's about to go down these cowboys have jumped the corral Survival yeah we got the nerve to serve Like a hip-hop bible, don't libel Guerilla Funk, they got the title The late great, no need to donate dollars I don't care if they poppin collars and holla's Who can't think between drinks, Chuck D I'm the driver Hard act to follow, I think for tomorrow Remix of old P.E. hits, I ain't up against it If it was up to me I'd give it all away (yeah) Anyway, uploads for my people to download Shit so hot, iPods explode One at a time baby, for your mind baby Uhh, to keep your soul in control baby Not crazy this party's for everybody You on the floor, and I be watchin the door (Chorus) - 2X (samples - some scratched) "You sold us out!" "They don't pay you enough to do that boy" "You sold us out!" "Some things you don't sell" "You sold us out!" "They don't pay you enough to do that boy" "You sold us out!" "Too much, get away from stuff like that" (Chuck D) Multiply, do not divide Think globally, act locally Passport, showin no support Makin World War III, lookin like a sport Human race, in the only place we know as Earth, right in our face And the firebombs, and the toxic waste Will leave this world without a trace And we don't want no other war Too late the feds done closed the door And we the peeps get spoken for The people want peace but the people get a quota Got the cure, high price for sure Fix the rich, and damn the poor Laptops, shoes, off says the law Make love, fuck the war (Chorus) - 2X (fades out) (Chuck D - continues to fade) You're damn right! Public Enemy, Rebirth of a Nation Paris, Guerilla Funk 2006 for yo' bad ass Yeah, somebody gotta watch the damn door! |
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| 4. |
| 4:09 |
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Jump back poppin that track
Gonna wreck it now Watchin yall --to the record now Catchin yall attention So shake it now Oh no find my flow Gonna break it down Came a long way You cant take it now --regulatin on the regular Do your thing. on the floor Can you kick it now Do your thing Do the damn thing baby Cmon bring it now Go back like 8 tracks and cadillacs Way before crack even similac Hell wit the wire taps New booby traps Hear the hand claps uh Where the party at? Do the damn thing Getcha gravy on Cause i be gettin it down And your crazy on Go on and on an on till the break of dawn I give a damn Cause damn is ya baby gone Do whatcha wanna do But try to do the right thing If its the right thing Then go on Do the damn thing I know you get soul Like a bbq chicken wing Thet me like a king Lemme hear you sing Money cant buy you love Thought you knew that Eight days a week Livin like a rugrat Sex machine cant face fact Gotta chase the cat Hear the hand claps Turn the damn thing up Here we go again No means no So now you know again Flow it like a poet Get ready then Dance gotcha trembin in dem timberland Jumpback poppin that track Gonna shake it now Check the cat Gettin wreck gonna break it down the record now Gotta break it down Rhymin this flow on the go Cmon get it now Yeah... I'm saying we went from Gods to niggas From queens to bitches Who in the hell told you that you were in heaven Who in the hell told you that you were in heaven Platinum gold a house and a car But poverty all around you by far People living under bridges or in a car Heaven for the super rich who call it modern living But the Man from the east calls it a wilderness Cause heaven for whites is hell for blacks in america Heaven and hell are two conditions of Life Not a place up there or a place down there It's a condition of life on earth so value Life Heaven is not things It's a higher level of thinking And at the moment one may change the conditions of Life Our people think a job, partying and endless flow of women and moet, Krystal and how much sex you can have is heaven Sometimes you got to think that it may not be heaven all the time But being able to meet Life's struggles head on, head on, head on Without compromising your Soul soul soul soul In this worlds Life Not Life after death Life on earth Life Not worrying about how you are gonna eat or put clothes on your children Sit yourself in heaven at once A woman is a very important part of heaven She produces heaven with you And if she is connected to the source of Life So heaven is a condition of Life And you can have it on earth SO VALUE LIFE VALUE LIFE Who in the hell told yall you were in heaven Oh, Oh Lord Have Mercy! |
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| 5. |
| 2:59 |
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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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| 6. |
| 5:23 |
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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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| 4:54 |
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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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| 4:25 |
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Behold The Whole Planet
Upside Down I Put It Down Shuttin Down Disco Clowns I Get Around This Rap Game's Like A Sport Been Thru 2 Passports Ass Stay Up In Airports Black Man Still Gettin No Support Compensation We Ain't Seein Split By Europeans Damn Treated Less Than Human Beings No Matter Africa, Brazil, East St. Louis Or The Caribbean Traveled The 7 Seas Rocked Many Races Spread The Cash Cleaned Trash In A Lotta Low Places Seen The Look Of Love On Many Madd Faces When I Rhymed About The Time And Not The Paper Chases People All Over The World Given Madd Respect When I Identified Who The Government Wrekked What's The Soundscan Ask The Company Rep They Don't Care They Just About Keepin Their Checks Round and Round And Round We Go Where The Worlds Headed Nobody Knows Hear The Crime Rhyme Created A Lotta Robots Can The Real Lyric Fix The Shit That The Time Forgot Loops Gotcha Brain Gettin Locked Loaded Up Wit Words That Never Meant Alot And You Can't Call The Cops And Yall Don't Really Know And Yall Don't Hear Me Through Takes A Nation Of Big Brains To Break Up That Flow And The Game Ain't Changed But The Heads Be Rearranged In Danger My Language Is Rappin In Anger I Be Bangin So I Point My Finger While We Sleep Racists Set Us Up Like Sheep Every Time I Go Someplace Slaves Up In My Face Black People In A Plantation State No Control Of Soul Wouldn't Know Our Fate Now Am I Wrong To Hate Hate 38 Countries 51 States Now You Tell Me Who In The World Gonna Compensate 100 Million Lost Make A Nigga Wait Gotta Beg The Queen To Get Food On Our Plate Round and Round And Round We Go Where The Worlds Headed Nobody Knows |
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| 5:22 |
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cant understand some of these
rhymin in circles now patroitic emcees on bent knees by six degrees lord have mercy even the voice of god rehearses attack of the 50 ft verses supermama this time around gotta few curses papa gotta new bag of cant get worse comes to worse cant get enough of tryin it sayin nothing goin noplace no time soon but buyin it like gettin in a car without drivin it still black rock the wax like stax i rip , i mix full screen like imax so i max relax off the deep end get deep in the record 100 beats per second cut down the like rhymes cause they get redundant refuse to stoop to stupid cause they dumbed it down like motown say it loud damn like im the new james brown uh put it up (repeat) rocked the concoction a potion of too much emotion uh,im a keep it in motion call it whatcha wanna bus stop ,lectric slide cha cha funky 16 corners hot like jill scotts blues but damn too old for 22s but i can still move groove lets roll you cant do your thing if your things the wrong thing tax the payers stack paper but you failed as an eighth grader dumb ass failed every math class plus i know this like otis i like to know are you ready for some super dynamite soul f -it thats how it gos? beyond the cornrows if i cant talk , get to steppin tougue can be a tool and weapon listen put it up (repeat) tycoons damn im tired of these coons rhymin in circles words can either help or hurt you or be neutral cats still might shoot you what suits you if you gots issues a thousand tatoos confused in 200 dollar gym shoes spendin more than u got 2002 blues give it up turn it loose aint no use rest of you screamin rescue me from the residue fast break 5s on 2 us against you so what you gonna do? put it up (repeat) |
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