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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 - Bring That Beat Back (2006)
Played in Cincinnati
Wit my whole head nappy Made a rally in the street Wit nothin' but a beat Gotta grudge against a judge Kick 'em out that seat You are what you eat So what you eatin'? Same message to your mind Be self defeatin' Sick n tired of bein' sick And tired of bein' beaten Saw 'em drop it like it Was way too hot and too fast For hip hop, doo wop, rock or bop Ain't here to hurt you Don't hang in them circles Government ain't got me Yet so y'all don't stop me See a stampede of fake cats Runnin' from Bill Cosby What does he gotta do wit you doin' you? Y'all know what? DJ, Lord gimme that cut Bring that beat back That's what's up Feedback from truly Freed blacks Gotta think outta this Box of hard knocks Lined 'em up at Fort Knox To die in Iraq You don't know I rock? What you under a rock? Old cats beggin' us to bring that beat back Each generation thinks The next one is wack Jump started in the daze of crack R&B Reagan, daddy Bush Way the hell on back Pray to god Feel like I got a church in myself Good god, uh, can't get no help I say again health care cutback Shit is wack Bring that beat back They say the youth don't matter And the old don't mind It takes a lotta spine To build all them young minds Some of us get ghetto at the wrong damn time Album what? We just makin' one at a time To save another brother whose life on the line A big shot to claim some rocks and shine Signs of a soul gone solo, robbed blind A very small part of half the worlds crime Runaway child blown by an old land mine Little ones workin' in diamond mines So cats can say what's hers and what's mine Diamonds is girls best friend So why's he cryin'? See when y'all hear it get near it And you recognize the lyrics You trained to refrain And you start to fear it Escapism Like today there ain't racism Obviously y'all ain't see Black folks on TV Judgment calls Made on behalf of you and me Or you and I Do or die I say an I for an I Dividin' line Got the poor people Payin' for crime Corporations gettin' paid off our jail time Now y'all can tell Russell Yes, I knock the hustle 'Cause 2 million in lock down Under federal muscle Beyond the streets These kids is always watchin' Watching some of these jerks When they go berserk So I work |
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from Public Enemy - Bring That Beat Back (2006)
Now what sound of my DJ cuts
Terminator's back on some ol' fools track Takes a nation of sellouts to keep us back Flippin disco raps used to be whack Now what you hear is what you lack Take a lil bit of this a lil bit of dat Who dropped the bomb on hip hop Who got biggie and who shot tupac What's forgot / ain't no eazy, no scott larock Now what's rap gotta do wit what you got For whom the bell tolls Is that the way the story goes 85% believing all the videos God knows / who controls the radios Some people chose the road to be hoes And so i rose / in the middle of all the woes And def jam / negroes turnin up their nose There's one way in no way out No doubt the body count Gettin headz checkin out Do you wanna go our way This the way we puttin this down Do you wanna go our way This the way we puttin this down Do you wanna go our way This the way we puttin this down Do you wanna go our way This the way we puttin this down Time to make life shine again like glass Gotta make it shine like glass Outraged against the scene Proofread the script Flipped it back so i'm back in gang green We interrupt this routine i had a dream Da clean protein smacked the gangsta lean Between the triple team Wiped em out like a drought Damn i'm raps tetracycline Them lips foretold these apocalypse Everything had a shot And got hit wit bullshit Twisted politics tricks i couldn't get wit As one quits another nitwit hits All the way crazy, shady World turned upside down I put it down Why destroy what you love Look around Surrounded by chalk marks on the ground Where the lost got found Why it all come tumblin down Why he and she gotta die Now how dat sound Do you wanna go our way This the way we puttin this down Do you wanna go our way This the way we puttin this down Do you wanna go our way This the way we puttin this down Do you wanna go our way This the way we puttin this down On & on to the break a dawn Some the 100 meter dash i'm the marathon Been around a long time But the rhyme the same Sound remains insane Exchange the reign Ain't that somethin Figure i smashed the pumpkin So i parallel the brains of cobain Show no shame like the pain of kane Gettin madd opposition hip to the game It's that gran ol' pe ammo Different time different channel Funky piano Here to witness get on up with a quickness S1's in the house Wit the thickness that get dis 1 2 3 4 5 attackin they frat Griff is back got 5 on it black The track got x on the decks Terminators back cause a dat is whack On the 1 and 2 Yeah go flavor Pe hit the road gettin set to explode Fight the power for peace Can't forget the war mode Overload There she blows Here we go Now you know Damn another alamo Do you wanna go our way This the way we puttin this down Do you wanna go our way This the way we puttin this down Do you wanna go our way This the way we puttin this down Do you wanna go our way This the way we puttin this down |
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from Public Enemy - Bring That Beat Back (2006)
(Intro)
Our society is fucked up, they're fucking our brothers and sisters up These white motherfuckers have fucked us up... This ain't by no goddamn accident... Cameras, action, lights What, lookout, civil rights Whiplash, po-po, fed-lillers, killin' kids Crisis, c'mon, get it now, sound COINTEL, going down Projects, pop offs, issues, payback Sickness, lockdown, get it Free Mumia and H. Rap Brown Before you get what you want, gotta give the people what they need What you know about Soul If you got's none then we'll loan ya some... C'mon! Flow on, the project, the pop off Low tempo to go off, COINTEL better go to hell Bout that time hear the bell y'all .. (c'mon) Gotta lotta nerve never knowing Assata Gotcha mind wading in the water.. contract.. Gotcha! Motown, Stax, bring the beat back (Bring that beat back!) The Sound, free Mumia and H. Rap Brown Sure enough going down now Jamil Al Amin, nahmean? (yeah) Y'all missin' this is like dissin' this See your Uncle Sam pissing on this He's running real low on my shit list Take 'em all out with the quickness Before you get what you want, gotta give the people what they need Before you get what you want, gotta give the people what they need Cameras, action, lights What, lookout, civil rights Whiplash, po-po, fed-lillers, killin' kids Crisis, c'mon, get it now, sound COINTEL, going down Lookout! Before you get what you want.. gotta give the people what they need Before you get what you want.. gotta give the people what they need Before you get what you want.. gotta give the people what they need Before you get what you want.. gotta give the people what they need New breed of MC and get the flow on Body, mind, soul enough to go on Ughh!! Better go on Gotta get on so I can spit on Guitar to get on the pick on (damn) Shuffle now, the popcorn Free H. Rap c'mon Nothing new uhh.. better walk on Ughhh... get my talk on Never knew a {?} to get your money on So on and so on Do it like Mike - "Sha-mon!" The original right here, Uptown Saturday Night Uggghhh, get it, and get your head right... Ya'll don't know nothin' about this ... ughhh Real thing ughhh make your soul ring Before you get what you want.. gotta give the people what they need Before you get what you want.. gotta give the people what they need Cameras, action, lights What, lookout, civil rights Whiplash, po-po, fed-lillers, killin' kids Crisis, c'mon, get it now, sound COINTEL, going down Going down, going down, going down, going down Going down, going down, going down, going down Going down, going down, going down, going down Going down, down, down, down |
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from Public Enemy - Bring That Beat Back (2006)
Moby pemoby pemoby pemoby pe
Chuck Just gonna drop this on one of them moby beats Here we go Cmon Put your hands in the air Allright / yall Cmon Put your hands in the air Allright / now Cmon Put your hands in the air Allright/ yall Cmon Put your hands in the air Allright / now Fingers in the air Like you really give a damn Peace sign up Lemme hear you say yeah Power to the people Put your hands in the air Peace sign high Like you really do care Fingers in the air Like you really give a damn Peace sign up Lemme hear you say yeah Power to the people Put your hands in the air Peace sign high Like you really do care Cmon Cmon Put your hands in the air Allright / yall Cmon Put your hands in the air Allright / now Rather be sittin just a gettin it Power to the people not the governments Capitalists,communists, terrorists Swear to god i dont know the difference Makin new slaves outta immigrants Wanna know where all that money went Another trillion spent by the goverment Here the bomb go. sent by the president Power to the people Cause the people want peace Power to the people Cause the people want peace Power to the people Cause the people want peace Power to the people Cause the people want peace Cmon Put your hands in the air Allright / yall Cmon Put your hands in the air Allright / now Tell the leaders They gotta feed us Grand theft oil Gonna bleed us New whirl odor Doesnt need us Call for peace Better heed us Dictators Human haters Hand on the bomb , mass debators Finger on the button infiltrators Mklvfkwr Peace will save us Cmon Put your hands in the air Allright / yall Cmon Put your hands in the air Allright / now Cmon Put your hands in the air Allright / yall Cmon Put your hands in the air Allright / now Flav; Check one two we want everybody to put this sign up in the air And at the count of three Everybody tell me what this sign means Peace Cmon Put your hands in the air Allright / yall Cmon Put your hands in the air Allright now/ Cmon Put your hands in the air Allright / yall Cmon Put your hands in the air Allright now/ Power to the people Cause the people want peace Power to the people Cause the people want peace Power to the people Cause the people want peace Power to the people Cause the people want peace |
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from Public Enemy - Bring That Beat Back (2006)
Yo Chuck, bust a move man
I was on my way up here to the studio Ya know what I'm sayin' And this brother stop me and axe me Yo wassup with that brother Chuckie D, he swear he nice I said Yo the brother don't swear he's nice, he knows he's nice Ya know what I'm sayin' So Chuck, we gotta fill in You turn him into a Public Enemy man Now remeber that line you was kicking to me On the way out to LA ??? ??? ??? While we was in the car on our way to the Shot Well yo right now kick the bass for them brothers And let them know What goes on What goes on Well I'm all in - put it up on the board Another rapper shot down from the mouth that roared 1-2-3 down for the count The result of my s - oh yes, no doubt Cold rock rap - 49er supreme Is what I choose and I use I never lose to a team Cause I can can go solo - like a Tyson bolo Make the fly girls wanna have my photo Run in their room - hang it on the wall In remembrance that I rocked them all Suckers, ducks, ho-hum emcees You can't rock the kid - so go cut the cheese Take this application of rhymes like these My rap's red hot - 110 degrees So don't start bassin' I'll start placin' Bets on that you'll be disgracing You and your mind from a beatin' from my rhymes A time for a crime that I can't find I'll show you my gun - my Uzi weighs a ton Because I'm Public Enemy number one One One One One One One One You got no rap - but you want to battle It's like havin' a boat - but you got no paddle Cause I never pause - I say it because I don't break in stores - but I break all laws Written while sittin' - all fittin' not bitten Givin' me the juice that your not gettin' I'm not a law obeyer so you can tell your mayor I'm a non-stop, rhythm rock poetry sayer I'm the rhyme player - the ozone layer A battle what? Here's a bible start your prayer This word to the wise is justified If they ask you what happened just admit you lied You just got caught a - for going out of order And now you're servin' football teams their water You messed with the master, word to Chuck And I'll wax cold tax, made sure you got dome You just got dissed - all but dismissed Sucker duck emcees - you get me pissed It's no fun - being on the run Because they got me Public Enemy number one One - One - One One - One - One Don't you know, don't you know I got a posse over force to back me up Watch out, we got never the match Ambush attack on my back doubleteamin', get creamed So we have us ??? ??? Wanna hear it again We got a force - enemy down The L.I. circuit sound Ain't it Chuckie D, myself and KG Flavor, DJ Melody Oh yes, I presume it's the tunes that make us groom To make all the ladies swoom But it's also the words from outer region a goldboy session Kickin' like Bruce Lee's chinese connection On stereo - never ever ??? All wax - yes I'm talkin' about vinyl They said stop freeze I got froze up Because I'm Public Enemy number one One - One - One One - One - One One - One - One For all you suckers liars, your cheap amplifiers You crossed up wires are always starting fires You grown up criers now here's a pair of pliers Get a job like your mother I heard she fixes old dryers You have no desires - your father fixes tires You try to sell ya equipment but you get no buyers It's you they never hire you're never on flyers Cause you and your crew is only known as good triers Known as the poetic political al son I'm Public Enemy number one One - One - One One - One - One One - One - One Yeah, that's right Chuck man That's what you gotta do You gotta tell them just like that Ya know what I'm sayin' Cause yo man, let me tell you a little somethin' man These brothers runnin' around - hard headed Makin' a little jealous Ya know what I'm sayin' Just like that, ya know They try to bring you down with 'em But yo Chuck, you gotta let 'em know who's who in the world of beat You gotta let 'em know that this is the 80's And we can get all the ladies And in the backyard we got a fly Mercedes And that's the way the story goes That's just the way the story goes Let me tell you a little somethin' man |
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from Public Enemy - Bring That Beat Back (2006)
cant understand some of these
rhymin in circles now patroitic emcees on bent knees by six degrees lord have mercy even the voice of god rehearses attack of the 50 ft verses supermama this time around gotta few curses papa gotta new bag of cant get worse comes to worse cant get enough of tryin it sayin nothing goin noplace no time soon but buyin it like gettin in a car without drivin it still black rock the wax like stax i rip , i mix full screen like imax so i max relax off the deep end get deep in the record 100 beats per second cut down the like rhymes cause they get redundant refuse to stoop to stupid cause they dumbed it down like motown say it loud damn like im the new james brown uh put it up (repeat) rocked the concoction a potion of too much emotion uh,im a keep it in motion call it whatcha wanna bus stop ,lectric slide cha cha funky 16 corners hot like jill scotts blues but damn too old for 22s but i can still move groove lets roll you cant do your thing if your things the wrong thing tax the payers stack paper but you failed as an eighth grader dumb ass failed every math class plus i know this like otis i like to know are you ready for some super dynamite soul f -it thats how it gos? beyond the cornrows if i cant talk , get to steppin tougue can be a tool and weapon listen put it up (repeat) tycoons damn im tired of these coons rhymin in circles words can either help or hurt you or be neutral cats still might shoot you what suits you if you gots issues a thousand tatoos confused in 200 dollar gym shoes spendin more than u got 2002 blues give it up turn it loose aint no use rest of you screamin rescue me from the residue fast break 5s on 2 us against you so what you gonna do? put it up (repeat) |
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from Public Enemy - Bring That Beat Back (2006)
Jump back poppin that track
Gonna wreck it now Watchin yall --to the record now Catchin yall attention So shake it now Oh no find my flow Gonna break it down Came a long way You cant take it now --regulatin on the regular Do your thing. on the floor Can you kick it now Do your thing Do the damn thing baby Cmon bring it now Go back like 8 tracks and cadillacs Way before crack even similac Hell wit the wire taps New booby traps Hear the hand claps uh Where the party at? Do the damn thing Getcha gravy on Cause i be gettin it down And your crazy on Go on and on an on till the break of dawn I give a damn Cause damn is ya baby gone Do whatcha wanna do But try to do the right thing If its the right thing Then go on Do the damn thing I know you get soul Like a bbq chicken wing Thet me like a king Lemme hear you sing Money cant buy you love Thought you knew that Eight days a week Livin like a rugrat Sex machine cant face fact Gotta chase the cat Hear the hand claps Turn the damn thing up Here we go again No means no So now you know again Flow it like a poet Get ready then Dance gotcha trembin in dem timberland Jumpback poppin that track Gonna shake it now Check the cat Gettin wreck gonna break it down the record now Gotta break it down Rhymin this flow on the go Cmon get it now Yeah... I'm saying we went from Gods to niggas From queens to bitches Who in the hell told you that you were in heaven Who in the hell told you that you were in heaven Platinum gold a house and a car But poverty all around you by far People living under bridges or in a car Heaven for the super rich who call it modern living But the Man from the east calls it a wilderness Cause heaven for whites is hell for blacks in america Heaven and hell are two conditions of Life Not a place up there or a place down there It's a condition of life on earth so value Life Heaven is not things It's a higher level of thinking And at the moment one may change the conditions of Life Our people think a job, partying and endless flow of women and moet, Krystal and how much sex you can have is heaven Sometimes you got to think that it may not be heaven all the time But being able to meet Life's struggles head on, head on, head on Without compromising your Soul soul soul soul In this worlds Life Not Life after death Life on earth Life Not worrying about how you are gonna eat or put clothes on your children Sit yourself in heaven at once A woman is a very important part of heaven She produces heaven with you And if she is connected to the source of Life So heaven is a condition of Life And you can have it on earth SO VALUE LIFE VALUE LIFE Who in the hell told yall you were in heaven Oh, Oh Lord Have Mercy! |
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from Public Enemy - Bring That Beat Back (2006)
(Intro: Chuck D)
Watch the door, Chuck D, Public Enemy Paris, Guerilla Funk, Rebirth of a Nation 2006 Everybody needs somebody to watch the door as it's goin on Securin you - who's securin what?! Watch the door (Chuck D) Now I'm down to do your thing if your thing's the right thing P.E. ain't tryin to hear no fat lady sing (naw) Don't get it twisted cause we still love the music in the past Through the years see them use it then abuse it Some of these cats ain't sat down, washed their hands and say to the grace to the game, so they're a disgrace to the race Dig it, P-Dog we be diggin them party joints Beats for everybody joints Takin care and persevere I'm makin my point Message around the world, rap be's for the poor You on the floor, we at the door Rob the rich, give to the poor (Chorus: repeat 2X) Rob the rich, give to the poor Give back to get back cause we watch the door (Chuck D) Cause it's about to go down these cowboys have jumped the corral Survival yeah we got the nerve to serve Like a hip-hop bible, don't libel Guerilla Funk, they got the title The late great, no need to donate dollars I don't care if they poppin collars and holla's Who can't think between drinks, Chuck D I'm the driver Hard act to follow, I think for tomorrow Remix of old P.E. hits, I ain't up against it If it was up to me I'd give it all away (yeah) Anyway, uploads for my people to download Shit so hot, iPods explode One at a time baby, for your mind baby Uhh, to keep your soul in control baby Not crazy this party's for everybody You on the floor, and I be watchin the door (Chorus) - 2X (samples - some scratched) "You sold us out!" "They don't pay you enough to do that boy" "You sold us out!" "Some things you don't sell" "You sold us out!" "They don't pay you enough to do that boy" "You sold us out!" "Too much, get away from stuff like that" (Chuck D) Multiply, do not divide Think globally, act locally Passport, showin no support Makin World War III, lookin like a sport Human race, in the only place we know as Earth, right in our face And the firebombs, and the toxic waste Will leave this world without a trace And we don't want no other war Too late the feds done closed the door And we the peeps get spoken for The people want peace but the people get a quota Got the cure, high price for sure Fix the rich, and damn the poor Laptops, shoes, off says the law Make love, fuck the war (Chorus) - 2X (fades out) (Chuck D - continues to fade) You're damn right! Public Enemy, Rebirth of a Nation Paris, Guerilla Funk 2006 for yo' bad ass Yeah, somebody gotta watch the damn door! |
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from Public Enemy - Bring That Beat Back (2006)
Behold The Whole Planet
Upside Down I Put It Down Shuttin Down Disco Clowns I Get Around This Rap Game's Like A Sport Been Thru 2 Passports Ass Stay Up In Airports Black Man Still Gettin No Support Compensation We Ain't Seein Split By Europeans Damn Treated Less Than Human Beings No Matter Africa, Brazil, East St. Louis Or The Caribbean Traveled The 7 Seas Rocked Many Races Spread The Cash Cleaned Trash In A Lotta Low Places Seen The Look Of Love On Many Madd Faces When I Rhymed About The Time And Not The Paper Chases People All Over The World Given Madd Respect When I Identified Who The Government Wrekked What's The Soundscan Ask The Company Rep They Don't Care They Just About Keepin Their Checks Round and Round And Round We Go Where The Worlds Headed Nobody Knows Hear The Crime Rhyme Created A Lotta Robots Can The Real Lyric Fix The Shit That The Time Forgot Loops Gotcha Brain Gettin Locked Loaded Up Wit Words That Never Meant Alot And You Can't Call The Cops And Yall Don't Really Know And Yall Don't Hear Me Through Takes A Nation Of Big Brains To Break Up That Flow And The Game Ain't Changed But The Heads Be Rearranged In Danger My Language Is Rappin In Anger I Be Bangin So I Point My Finger While We Sleep Racists Set Us Up Like Sheep Every Time I Go Someplace Slaves Up In My Face Black People In A Plantation State No Control Of Soul Wouldn't Know Our Fate Now Am I Wrong To Hate Hate 38 Countries 51 States Now You Tell Me Who In The World Gonna Compensate 100 Million Lost Make A Nigga Wait Gotta Beg The Queen To Get Food On Our Plate Round and Round And Round We Go Where The Worlds Headed Nobody Knows |
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from Jarhead (자헤드 : 그들만의 전쟁) by Thomas Newman [ost] (2005)
Fight The Power
Shocklee - Sadler - Ridenhour 1989 the number another summer (get down) Sound of the funky drummer Music hittin' your heart cause I know you got sould (Brothers and sisters, hey) Listen if you're missin' y'all Swingin' while I'm singin' Givin' whatcha gettin' Knowin' what I know While the Black bands sweatin' And the rhythm rhymes rollin' Got to give us what we want Gotta give us what we need Our freedom of speech is freedom or death We got to fight the powers that be Lemme hear you say Fight the power As the rhythm designed to bounce What counts is that the rhymes Designed to fill your mind Now that you've realized the prides arrived We got to pump the stuff to make us tough from the heart It's a start, a work of art To revolutionize make a change nothin's strange People, people we are the same No we're not the same Cause we don't know the game What we need is awareness, we can't get careless You say what is this? My beloved lets get down to business Mental self defensive fitness (Yo) bum rush the show You gotta go for what you know Make everybody see, in order to fight the powers that be Lemme hear you say... Fight the Power Elvis was a hero to most But he never meant shit to me you see Straight up racist that sucker was Simple and plain Mother fuck him and John Wayne Cause I'm Black and I'm proud I'm ready and hyped plus I'm amped Most of my heroes don't appear on no stamps Sample a look back you look and find Nothing but rednecks for 400 years if you check Don't worry be happy Was a number one jam Damn if I say it you can slap me right here (Get it) lets get this party started right Right on, c'mon What we got to say Power to the people no delay To make everybody see In order to fight the powers that be (Fight the Power) |
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from Public Enemy - New Whirl Odor (2005)
[Chuck verse 1]
We dont control sht No education Enforcement Economics Depending on governments Forever in a plantation state Damn this is why i hate hate Wanna do something for the people Make us equal Instead of creatures Who got human features Let the whole world reach you Things classrooms cant teach you Now can you dig it? Sing the song till we all get along Feed the poor Damn the law When they trained em, taught em Killed em when they caught em Set up wet up When they no longer could afford em Put disease across the seas Got the third world on their knees Get it As long as the people got something to say As long as the people got something to say [Griff verse 2] At this critical junction the administration can't function Taking our civil liberties over high price luncheons it's nothin when your considered a sheepole As long as the people got something to say "We the people" They need a war to justify the taking of lives, they manage the lie behind the lie behind the lie. Now you can't run and hide it's high tech genocide They never taught you the truth or how to survive They clone doctors to put a spin on it Hip hop heads to shook to pull the cover off it. It may effect there sales tip the scale The way it looks they'll end up dead or in jail. We busy spinning and grinning on 26's you sitting Change your god for your wealth thinking heaven your gettin. You must be pre-sistance in mass resistance Love thy enemy and make this committment To engage in struggle, with a clench fist lift it Be true to self before the GOD end this. Yo! Public enemy we back in your......... |
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from Public Enemy - New Whirl Odor (2005)
Played in Cincinnati
Wit my whole head nappy Made a rally in the street Wit nothin' but a beat Gotta grudge against a judge Kick 'em out that seat You are what you eat So what you eatin'? Same message to your mind Be self defeatin' Sick n tired of bein' sick And tired of bein' beaten Saw 'em drop it like it Was way too hot and too fast For hip hop, doo wop, rock or bop Ain't here to hurt you Don't hang in them circles Government ain't got me Yet so y'all don't stop me See a stampede of fake cats Runnin' from Bill Cosby What does he gotta do wit you doin' you? Y'all know what? DJ, Lord gimme that cut Bring that beat back That's what's up Feedback from truly Freed blacks Gotta think outta this Box of hard knocks Lined 'em up at Fort Knox To die in Iraq You don't know I rock? What you under a rock? Old cats beggin' us to bring that beat back Each generation thinks The next one is wack Jump started in the daze of crack R&B Reagan, daddy Bush Way the hell on back Pray to god Feel like I got a church in myself Good god, uh, can't get no help I say again health care cutback Shit is wack Bring that beat back They say the youth don't matter And the old don't mind It takes a lotta spine To build all them young minds Some of us get ghetto at the wrong damn time Album what? We just makin' one at a time To save another brother whose life on the line A big shot to claim some rocks and shine Signs of a soul gone solo, robbed blind A very small part of half the worlds crime Runaway child blown by an old land mine Little ones workin' in diamond mines So cats can say what's hers and what's mine Diamonds is girls best friend So why's he cryin'? See when y'all hear it get near it And you recognize the lyrics You trained to refrain And you start to fear it Escapism Like today there ain't racism Obviously y'all ain't see Black folks on TV Judgment calls Made on behalf of you and me Or you and I Do or die I say an I for an I Dividin' line Got the poor people Payin' for crime Corporations gettin' paid off our jail time Now y'all can tell Russell Yes, I knock the hustle 'Cause 2 million in lock down Under federal muscle Beyond the streets These kids is always watchin' Watching some of these jerks When they go berserk So I work |
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from Public Enemy - New Whirl Odor (2005)
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The Black falling down, its goin down No subject matter, I dont hear it goin around Minds over matter , they don't mind cause We dont matter, DJ Lord's on the platter Cant shake this, the gott-damn matrix Got actors winning politics, the tricks Got hot chicks in the back of of wack ass rap flicks Called videos (hoooo) Turn off the got-damn radio Cause they dont show yall what yall need to know Cant fade it though, Lord don't fade it yo Year of the Lord , make love fuck war tour After before 2004, i swore Dj Lord come bust down the door Los Angel-less, New Jack Pity They say fuck the sticks cause they be the city Homeless sitting outside smellin shitty Thanks for not giving a got-damn thing pretty So called land of plenty , can't spare a penny It's the have nots against the haves, Is you wit me? Check What You Listening To [verse 2] You might be cuttin tracks But he's cuttin edge The sword of Lord high like Phil Upchurch Through the verse, the truth hurts From the aftermath of that sonic autograph Lord ,don't make him mad So I spit , how loud you want it to get? Cold sweat. 2005 flicks, new trips through dirty beats Hits and all those bass kicks Lookout yall, Cmon, cant forget to kick this If the shoe fits get with the ramblin wreck Check it, to stomp out All dem nitwits Chuck D stylin Don't you know where ? On the new Buckwhylin Cross the Land, cause the band Hits the fans, watch them all SLAM the jam Yes they can can, beware the man Take a stand yall, wreck the plan Check What You Listening To [verse 3] One foot stuck in the rave Millennium dance craze Cross fade to the new phase Like the old days, twisted in convoluted systems Existed in the beats of wisdom existance Cross the Land, cause the band Hits the fans, watch them all SLAM the jam Illegal beats , frisk him Find not a pop thing with him Multi-ethnic like a prism Cant hear this? You in audio prison Hands be whizzin, cross the wax Movin tracks from across the tracks Through your mind he attacks, DJ Lord. Scratch the gospel , tell them wack ass beats They can go to hell, 'ding' The rave bell See the crowd swell, got even when the needle fell Still heard them cuts over the yell! Through the verse, the truth hurts From the aftermath of that sonic autograph Mr Chuck , Dj Lord attack the tracks Yall CHECK WHAT YOU LISTENING TO.... |
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from Public Enemy - New Whirl Odor (2005)
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7
Rap like hell make it should like heaven 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 zero Black supermen is back as your hero Here ye, here yo, America the beautiful Beautiful, the plentiful, now lookin' sorta pitiful A third of the world at war, wait a minute Gotta take care of the rock if y'all wanna live in it Medicine and medicare 'cause they don't care Your favorite millionaire is high up in the air See 'em every where but they ain't there So rally and protest against the world in fear People, people can we take it to the square You don't matter and they don't mind These be the things that makes ya blind Uh, pimp or preach, same thing Nothin' worse than a new black church Lyin' on the truth 'cause it hurts Black man came first In the sweet name of Jesus Cost me a dollar at the flow of creflo Like how the hell he supposed to know I see they ass Runnin' to the radio And the TV issues and views Shaped by one sided news Got us like planet of the apes Under CDs and tapes Preachy young cats askin' ol heads Teach me over beats that reach me Radiation of a radio TV movie nation On your goddamn mind makes ya blind You don't matter and they don't mind These be the things that makes ya blind Now y'all keep on bouncin' to what I said These are the facts that gonna blow your head Y'all know what I said when I say no to thugs Thug life runs at the top and y'all thought it was pac These government gangsters maki'n robots Who forgot hypnotic in a 2000 by 3000 mile box 35 year old's lost in a X box PlayStation and videos So that's how it goes World begins and ends at the tip of your nose It ain't Eminem, it's M & M & M McDonald MTV and Microsoft, can't you see They got the young strung at a cost Yes that treacherous 3 go off, go off You don't matter and they don't mind And these be the things that makes ya blind So I pray to God, life and health Feel like I got a church in myself So I jump back and kiss myself Cutbacks lookout, can't get no help Hands in the air, Bush and Blair don't care While the unaware, they just stare This nation said screw the organization Of the united nations, cross TV stations And they sent to the masses They consider them asses Take a look at the world Another son of a bush disaster do the math 'Cause the loudest they comin' after These same cats who wiped out half of Africa And you don't know the half Have nots robbed by the haves Signin' new money like signin' autographs McDonald billions sold, America billions told Houston we have a problem isn't this a bitch When I wanna hear blues, I turn on the news See the rich get richer and the poor keep bitchin' Buckle down, knuckle up when times is rough You don't matter and they don't mind These be the things that makes ya blind |
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from Public Enemy - New Whirl Odor (2005)
Moby pemoby pemoby pemoby pe
Chuck Just gonna drop this on one of them moby beats Here we go Cmon Put your hands in the air Allright / yall Cmon Put your hands in the air Allright / now Cmon Put your hands in the air Allright/ yall Cmon Put your hands in the air Allright / now Fingers in the air Like you really give a damn Peace sign up Lemme hear you say yeah Power to the people Put your hands in the air Peace sign high Like you really do care Fingers in the air Like you really give a damn Peace sign up Lemme hear you say yeah Power to the people Put your hands in the air Peace sign high Like you really do care Cmon Cmon Put your hands in the air Allright / yall Cmon Put your hands in the air Allright / now Rather be sittin just a gettin it Power to the people not the governments Capitalists,communists, terrorists Swear to god i dont know the difference Makin new slaves outta immigrants Wanna know where all that money went Another trillion spent by the goverment Here the bomb go. sent by the president Power to the people Cause the people want peace Power to the people Cause the people want peace Power to the people Cause the people want peace Power to the people Cause the people want peace Cmon Put your hands in the air Allright / yall Cmon Put your hands in the air Allright / now Tell the leaders They gotta feed us Grand theft oil Gonna bleed us New whirl odor Doesnt need us Call for peace Better heed us Dictators Human haters Hand on the bomb , mass debators Finger on the button infiltrators Mklvfkwr Peace will save us Cmon Put your hands in the air Allright / yall Cmon Put your hands in the air Allright / now Cmon Put your hands in the air Allright / yall Cmon Put your hands in the air Allright / now Flav; Check one two we want everybody to put this sign up in the air And at the count of three Everybody tell me what this sign means Peace Cmon Put your hands in the air Allright / yall Cmon Put your hands in the air Allright now/ Cmon Put your hands in the air Allright / yall Cmon Put your hands in the air Allright now/ Power to the people Cause the people want peace Power to the people Cause the people want peace Power to the people Cause the people want peace Power to the people Cause the people want peace |
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from Public Enemy - New Whirl Odor (2005)
Check that soul in
Tape is rollin Black dont crack Where the party at? Stax, jumpback Wax them tracks Barkays cut it live Like 45s Strong songs survive On records 95 beats per second Get it mike on the guitar cmon wreck it You go ooh ahh there go them superstars, of soul 20 times better than gold, stax, Keep it here Cuttin them tracks, relax Pop them fingers, play it barkays Jumpback baby Soul gotcha crazy Cold feet thanks For the groove And them bomb beats To make me move Color of dead Looks like the future is history Why you dissin me Aint no mystery On the outside peekin in End of your freeride No way you can win Beginnin of the end Of your liberal friends who pretend Everythings changed While nuthins changed much Uhh this is chuck Stays to the left of this And to the right of that Just black where my mind be at Shit wheres the rest of my cats? High trees catch a lotta wind my friend My shits in a bind Fine line between aware and blind Dont mind Some of them aint got a mind Mind over matter They dont mind And we dont matter I flock to refugees Who flock to me The roots the coup And kick aside the genocide and the juice Comedians actors nuclear reactors Players and ballplayers Singers dancers and rhyme sayers Why do us like you do Ska doo Fuck da residue Frustrated 5 on 2s No breaks for madd crews Nowwho the fuck is you Sick a you Community hoesis Who posin as moses In street clothist Who be the closest who blows it Every ryme be for the future of mankind Crazy heads cuttin off the dreds Ruin health Wit no knowledge of self Incomin taxes breakin backs off a blacks Who done 400 years in this abyss? And so im pissed the fuck at this new whirl odor So i piss Some things in the air When the smoke clears Will it only be white folks and black jokes How many be gone If they bomb barbershops and hair salons Time to dot com Before they rub out clubs Where you get your drink on Mother father sister bro Love is the message But war be the front page In this mess-age Ghetto celebs spread by the hundred Macked by the same tactics Wit us in a tundra Goin under Avoidin cries from sodimized Society Scary getting screwed without a dictionary |
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from Public Enemy - New Whirl Odor (2005)
Celebrity the new drug
In America Gotta have it Gotta be it So the young ones can see it Watch out now Looka here now In these rich or die tryin times Y'all see the greed that I see Got these cats Whipped by TV 3 generations of fatherless women We drownin instead of swimmin This ain't what y'all asked for That's what they locked ya ass up for And they closed the door Beyond these streets These kids, they be always watchin See it ain't been the same Since Teen Summit left the game Off the air, who cares? Now kids get programmed Ask their peoples Who buy them almost everything the stars wear People see, people do Y'all see the new pied pipers They got a hold on you Back to the boogaloo Get a shot So you don't catch the flu Don't get shot And get a hole in you (Can I get an amen?) Maybe I'm Preachin' to the quiet You see, I'm talkin advanced But goin back at the same time Rewind So what, some of this song don't rhyme Like I said Most of us get ghetto at the wrong time Fear So leave a little room for god Up in here Back in the day Even real pimps, hustlers, players Told young cats C'mon get your lives on track These raps you hear today Is a bad ass act I'm here to tell it Like it ought to be It ain't no kids fault to me 35 years old Actin 16 Know what I mean You don't work, mean you don't eat You need more than a ball And some bomb ass beats New kicks on your feet Need your mind in these times To compete Make your world complete Sweet not sour That's what I call fightin the power Here it is, no fable I put it all on the table Spendin my time Identifyin who behind Some of these labels Who profit off the spit Some of the same way same cats That owned them ships Yes It's a business But slavery was too Prison industrial complex New slavery lookin To own you Ownin the labels, stations, jails and cemeteries Thug life Turnin hip hop into a one stop shop Somebody behind Makin up your own damn mind Signed, sealed delivered In a nigger package So dumb you can't hear The ignorance protected By the backpacker Who co-signed the say so Claimin they dug the flow Filled wit Jim Crow Return of the old negro How you gonna say no to drugs If you don't say no to thugs See the government Sweep it deeper Under the rug Maybe Maybe I'm Preachin' to the quiet Talk the talk Walk the walk I'm preachin' to the quiet |
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from Public Enemy - New Whirl Odor (2005)
[Society's verse]
We was raised in these streets on pork and poison meat Now i recognize the beast and bare the mark of the gold teeth Puff on the rolled leaf and bust on the police While yall playas are fakin bacon we cook the whole beef. I put it down plain, i stimulate the left and right brain Cell by cell and frame by frame. Names, dates, are all inmaterial. i big dick sick ryhme killer like cereal. i Burn like venerial, and spit that imperial wizardry that climbs right through The curcitry. Choake your team for their cream but that's as far as we go Drop shit like seaguls and smash your little ego. I get visions like stevie and coleco, Give me 2000 live people One late show no seaquel. Aint no equal in the flesh I been through more evil than men do. Nasty off the head and with the pen too! [Chuck's verse] Now im pissed Easy to rhyme on tracks like this The more things change The more they remain the same These games them vidiots Playin on the brink of insane Must be a hockey rink Lost in their drink In pursuit of plain jane I think man they think a revolution be pretty in pink Now in these new tracks Some of these cats dont know how to act All them criminal acts aint got nuttin to do wit rap One hand cuffuffed behind them backs in black Quiet riot ,yall cant hear one hand clap Revolution is more than what you hear and what you see The mass reintroduction Of society to society Together we got 100 years of sobriety These clones Who be flippin like new phones be surprisin me Turned out They happy just to be in the house So im a call emout I aint no church mouse Luvout [Griff's verse] I master rap Write a 16 and half of that Then eat some mix greens after that My raps niggerish black like licorice While wack rappers get rich off some jibberish The hoods begging for deliverance"g" I'm just a hood figure to deliverance this L y should get into the "sy" I'm thinkng me and pe should have passed it on Society's the menace He get's more love than tennis On the road to riches Cause revolutions expensive Finance whips. finance clips spend our chips In the ghetto raising rebelz with some fine azz tits. No champagne no campaign no ice on my wrist While bred'z dipp'n on fedz sipp'n on crys Out of my mind ethiopian wine on my lips Still aint signed the master mind The masters mine. hey!!!! Back in your dome where the rebelz rome The greatest weapon in the hands of the oppressor is the mind of the oppressed Public enemy the 7th octave we out |
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from Public Enemy - New Whirl Odor (2005)
Jump back poppin that track
Gonna wreck it now Watchin yall --to the record now Catchin yall attention So shake it now Oh no find my flow Gonna break it down Came a long way You cant take it now --regulatin on the regular Do your thing. on the floor Can you kick it now Do your thing Do the damn thing baby Cmon bring it now Go back like 8 tracks and cadillacs Way before crack even similac Hell wit the wire taps New booby traps Hear the hand claps uh Where the party at? Do the damn thing Getcha gravy on Cause i be gettin it down And your crazy on Go on and on an on till the break of dawn I give a damn Cause damn is ya baby gone Do whatcha wanna do But try to do the right thing If its the right thing Then go on Do the damn thing I know you get soul Like a bbq chicken wing Thet me like a king Lemme hear you sing Money cant buy you love Thought you knew that Eight days a week Livin like a rugrat Sex machine cant face fact Gotta chase the cat Hear the hand claps Turn the damn thing up Here we go again No means no So now you know again Flow it like a poet Get ready then Dance gotcha trembin in dem timberland Jumpback poppin that track Gonna shake it now Check the cat Gettin wreck gonna break it down the record now Gotta break it down Rhymin this flow on the go Cmon get it now Yeah... I'm saying we went from Gods to niggas From queens to bitches Who in the hell told you that you were in heaven Who in the hell told you that you were in heaven Platinum gold a house and a car But poverty all around you by far People living under bridges or in a car Heaven for the super rich who call it modern living But the Man from the east calls it a wilderness Cause heaven for whites is hell for blacks in america Heaven and hell are two conditions of Life Not a place up there or a place down there It's a condition of life on earth so value Life Heaven is not things It's a higher level of thinking And at the moment one may change the conditions of Life Our people think a job, partying and endless flow of women and moet, Krystal and how much sex you can have is heaven Sometimes you got to think that it may not be heaven all the time But being able to meet Life's struggles head on, head on, head on Without compromising your Soul soul soul soul In this worlds Life Not Life after death Life on earth Life Not worrying about how you are gonna eat or put clothes on your children Sit yourself in heaven at once A woman is a very important part of heaven She produces heaven with you And if she is connected to the source of Life So heaven is a condition of Life And you can have it on earth SO VALUE LIFE VALUE LIFE Who in the hell told yall you were in heaven Oh, Oh Lord Have Mercy! |
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from Public Enemy - New Whirl Odor (2005)
That's a lie
Power to the people 'Cause the people want peace Have no fear, you're safe right here You are protected You're respected The people gotta voice The people got choice The who, the when, the why, the what The who, the when, the why, the what The who, the when, the why, the what The who, the when, the why, the what A fool believes in me Who the government? Who the terrorists? Where the hit list? Pump the raised fist Make 'em spread the wealth Long as you gotcha health I can't get no help So I jump back to kiss myself The who, the when, the why, the what The who, the when, the why, the what The who, the when, the why, the what The who, the when, the why, the what A fool believes in me What a fool believes What a fool believes What a fool believes What a fool believes The who (The who) The when (The when) The why (The why) The what (A fool) The who, the when, the why, the what The who, the when, the why, the what The who, the when, the why, the what The who, the when, the why, the what The who, the when, the why, the what The who, the when, the why, the what The who, the when, the why, the what The who, the when, the why, the what That's a lie Swear to God You thought the yard was hard Come an' get your God with a credit card Preacher lying on the truth to raise his roof Come on holla preacher flow, he got your dollar Devil succeeded in never Givin' you what you needed Playin' with religion So the people believe it They playin' with God While preyin' on God While you prayin' to God They playin' with God Come on now The who, the when, the why, the what The who, the when, the why, the what The who, the when, the why, the what The who, the when, the why, the what The who, the when, the why, the what The who, the when, the why, the what The who, the when, the why, the what The who, the when, the why, the what A fool believes |
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from Public Enemy - Bring That Beat Back (2005)
Played in Cincinnati
Wit my whole head nappy Made a rally in the street Wit nothin' but a beat Gotta grudge against a judge Kick 'em out that seat You are what you eat So what you eatin'? Same message to your mind Be self defeatin' Sick n tired of bein' sick And tired of bein' beaten Saw 'em drop it like it Was way too hot and too fast For hip hop, doo wop, rock or bop Ain't here to hurt you Don't hang in them circles Government ain't got me Yet so y'all don't stop me See a stampede of fake cats Runnin' from Bill Cosby What does he gotta do wit you doin' you? Y'all know what? DJ, Lord gimme that cut Bring that beat back That's what's up Feedback from truly Freed blacks Gotta think outta this Box of hard knocks Lined 'em up at Fort Knox To die in Iraq You don't know I rock? What you under a rock? Old cats beggin' us to bring that beat back Each generation thinks The next one is wack Jump started in the daze of crack R&B Reagan, daddy Bush Way the hell on back Pray to god Feel like I got a church in myself Good god, uh, can't get no help I say again health care cutback Shit is wack Bring that beat back They say the youth don't matter And the old don't mind It takes a lotta spine To build all them young minds Some of us get ghetto at the wrong damn time Album what? We just makin' one at a time To save another brother whose life on the line A big shot to claim some rocks and shine Signs of a soul gone solo, robbed blind A very small part of half the worlds crime Runaway child blown by an old land mine Little ones workin' in diamond mines So cats can say what's hers and what's mine Diamonds is girls best friend So why's he cryin'? See when y'all hear it get near it And you recognize the lyrics You trained to refrain And you start to fear it Escapism Like today there ain't racism Obviously y'all ain't see Black folks on TV Judgment calls Made on behalf of you and me Or you and I Do or die I say an I for an I Dividin' line Got the poor people Payin' for crime Corporations gettin' paid off our jail time Now y'all can tell Russell Yes, I knock the hustle 'Cause 2 million in lock down Under federal muscle Beyond the streets These kids is always watchin' Watching some of these jerks When they go berserk So I work |
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from Grand Theft Auto [ost] (2004)
Yes - the rhythm, the rebel
Without a pause - I'm lowering my level The hard rhymer - where you never been I'm in You want stylin' - you know it's time again D the enemy - tellin you to hear it They praised the music - this time they play the lyrics Some say no to the album, the show Bum rush the sound I made a year ago I guess you know - you guess I'm just a radical Not a sabbatical - yes to make it critical The only part your body should be parting to Panther power on the hour from the rebel to you Radio - suckers never play me On the mix - just O.K. me Now known and grown when they're clocking my zone it's known Snakin' and takin' everything that a brother owns Hard - my calling card Recorded and orderd - supporter of Chesimard Loud and proud kickin' live next poet supreme Loop a troop, bazooka, the scheme Flavor - a rebel in his own mind Supporter of my rhyme Designed to scatter a line of suckers who claim I do crime Terminator X From a rebel it's final on black vinyl Soul, rock and roll comin' like a rhino Tables turn - suckers burn to learn They can't dis-able the power of my label Def Jam - tells you who I am The enemy's public - they really give a damn Strong Island - where I got 'em wild and That's the reason they're claimin' that I'm violent Never silent - no dope gettin' dumb nope Claimin' where we get our rhythm from Number one - we hit ya and we give ya some No gun - and still never on the run You wanna be an S.1 - Griff will tell you when And then you'll come - you'll know what time it is Impeach the president - pullin' out the ray-gun Zap the next one - I could be you're Sho-gun Suckers - don't last a minute Soft and smooth - I ain't with it Hardcore - rawbone like a razor I'm like a lazer - I just won't graze ya Old enough to raise ya - so this will faze ya Get it right boy and maybe I will praise ya Playin' the role I got soul too Voice my opinion with volume Smooth - no what I am Rough - cause I'm the man No matter what the name - we're all the same Pieces in one big chess game Yeah - the voice of power Is in the house - go take a shower boy P.E. a group, a crew - not singular We were black Wranglers We're rap stranglers You can't angle us - I know you're listenin' I caught you pissin' in you're pants You're scared of us dissin' us The crowd is missin' us We're on a mission boy Terminator X Attitude - when I'm on fire Juice on the loose - electric wire Simple and plain - give me the lane I'll throw it down your throat like Barkley See the car keys - you'll never get these They belong to the 98 posse You want some more son - you wanna get some Rush the door on a store - pick up the album You know the rhythm, the rhyme plus the beat is designed So I can enter your mind - Boys Bring the noise - my time Step aside for the flex - Terminator X |
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from 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 Scary Movie (무서운 영화) by David Kitay [ost] (2000)
When flav starts to get busy
Grabbin the mic and they say who is he Cock deezal breakdown like bill bixbie When I think, yo I think in 360 Gimme the mic an i??쨔ma solve all mystery I dare any punk to try to step up and diss me 'cause when he do, that??쨔s when he kiss dee Titles go by and my style is fly One more time I came here to rhyme Gimme the mic and i??쨔ma go for mine So emcee??쨔s all a y'all shut up When flavor??쨔s in the house we say What what Let flavor blow it up And if your ready to rock this party tonight Somebody say what what Now when I do my flavor dance All the ladies go crazy in a trance Nonstop booy from the clock on my watch I can bring it from the bottom and take it to the top Let me rock, come on let me get wit it When I tell you what to get, don??쨔t get offended Gimme the mic and i??쨔ma bend it Transmissions from the sky yo i??쨔ll send it Times on my hands yo sometimes I lend it Though i??쨔m spendin it for a fact I??쨔ll make you say what what Cause flave??쨔s back What what Let flavor blow it up And if your ready to rock this party tonight Somebody say what what Now everybody listen to flav If you don??쨔t listen to me you will end up in your grave Most of these people??쨔s rhymes is whack But I got a bunch of rhymes in my napsack Walk on my back with the black hat Got the rhymes to come on the attack Can??쨔t you tell that i??쨔m really good lookin They know me from miami, california Back to brooklyn Even in spain they knew flavor??쨔s name In japan they know i??쨔m nice in the game We maintain yo brothers feel the vibe We did the first album and it came out fly And don??쨔t ask why you won??쨔t understand Styles we got millions of fans So come on get down like this what??쨔s up When flavor grab the mic I will rip your butt What what Let flavor blow it up And if your ready to rock this party tonight Somebody say what what |
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from Public Enemy - Yo! Bum Rush The Show (1999)
I'm cold gettin' busy while I'm shakin' you down I'm on the air - you're on the ground Chuck D - the enemy - words you heed Build for speed - but what you need is Funky fresh s fallin' down on time Your enemy poppin' it - droppin' dime Comin' out rockin' a tomahawk jam And still gettin' fly with the mike in my hand I'm cold coolin' out - layin in the shade Dealers buggin cause they're gonna get sprayed Their intimidator - your Scarface What's goin' on (huh) what's takin' place I don't wear gold but I clock ducats Cause I have the money overflowing out of buckets You want crazy dollars - I make people holler You stick 'em up stupid and I'm snatching biters collars Cause I'm Public Enemy I'll rebuild your mine to alleviate Unnecessary pressures that can recreate The sting that stung Yama-Goochie Foo Yung He bit the Public Enemy he nearly got hung His brain was gettin' bigger than a pregnant toad His heartbeat stopped cause of overload See, I made the beat that broke his back I cut his circulation made his world turn back I find things out like E.S.P. I've got Kreskin's brain velocity Like Alexander Munday - I'm in like Flint Mercedes limousine with a hardcore tint I'm captain of the ships I make 'em walk the planks Riding round the world hundred sixty million francs Not like the kind that you put on the grill Cause I only do it like that when I'm on a chill hill I'm the Public Enemy I'm goin' for the money that man ever made Gettin' thrills from orders that the suckers obeyed It's gettin' late and I can't wait To drive by the bus and rock my tape My car is movin' fast, like a train Never skiddin' off the road not even in the rain I'm cold dodgin' tickets, rockin' all the jams Makin' biters step back and understand I got to the beach, the ground was so sandy Girls on my jock like ants on candy Checking out the fellas with the girls on the side Put ya boat in the water, let's take a ride to the land of party people rocking shocking to the beat Keep ya eyes on ya girl cause ya know I'm gonna cheat I'm gonna max and relax and chill my will Body rockin', brain shockin' makes your heart stand still Where's the Public Enemy |
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from Public Enemy - Yo! Bum Rush The Show (1999)
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)
Yo Chuck, run a power move on them Yeeaahh Yeeaahh Step back, get away give the brother some room You got to all turn me up when the beat goes boom to line to line Then you y'all understand my reputation for rhyme Cause my rhyme reputation depends on what Style of record my DJ cuts His slice an' dice super mix so nice So bad, you won't dispute the price Cause it's plain to see it's a strain to be Number one in the public I enemy Cause I'm wanted in 50 almost 51 States where the posse got me on the run It's a big wonder why I haven't gone under Dodgin' all types of microphone thunder A fugitive missin' all types of hell All this because I talk so well When I, Rock get up get down Miuzi weighs a ton Hold it Rock get up get down Miuzi weighs a ton Hold it Rock get up get down Miuzi weighs a ton Hold it Rock get up get down Miuzi weighs a ton Hold it The match up title the expression of thrill For elite to compete and attempt to get ill If looks could kill I'd chill until All the public catches on to my material you know The ducks criticize my every phase of rapture Can't wait to read the headlines of my capture Accused of assault a 1st degree crime Cause I beat competitors with my rhyme Tongue whipped, pushed, shoved and tripped Coocked from the hold of my Kung Fu grip And if you want my title it would be suicidal From my end it would be homicidal When I do work you get destroyed All the paranoid know to avoid The Public Enemy seat I've enjoyed This is no kid and I'm not no toy boy Rock get up get down Miuzi weighs a ton Hold it Rock get up get down Miuzi weighs a ton Hold it Rock get up get down Miuzi weighs a ton Hold it Rock get up get down Miuzi weighs a ton Hold it I'm a Public Enemy but I don't rob banks I don't shoot bullets and I don't shoot blanks My style is supreme number one is my rank And I got more power than the New York Yanks If Miuzi wasn't heavy I'd probably fire it I'd make you walk the plank if I was a pirate If they made me a King I would be a tyrant If you want to get me go ahead and try it Snatcher, dispatcher, biter never been a Instead of takin' me out take a girl to dinner The level of comp has never been thinner It's a runaway race where I'm the winner It's unreal they call the law And claimed I had started a war It was war they wanted and war they got But they wilted in the heat when Miuzi got hot Rock get up get down Miuzi weighs a ton Hold it Rock get up get down Miuzi weighs a ton Hold it Rock get up get down Miuzi weighs a ton Hold it Rock get up get down Miuzi weighs a ton Hold it My style versatile said without rhymes Which is why they're after me an' on my back Lookin' over my shoulder seein' what I write Hearin' what I say then wonderin' why Why they can't ever compete on my level Superstar status is my domain Understand my rhythm my pattern of lecture And then you'll know why I'm on the run This change of events results in a switch It's the lateral movement of my vocal pitch It eliminates pressure on the haunted But the posse is around so I got to front it Plus employ tactics so coy And leave no choise but to destroy Soloists, groups and what they say And all that try to cross my way When I, Rock get up get down Miuzi weighs a ton Hold it Rock get up get down Miuzi weighs a ton Hold it Rock get up get down Miuzi weighs a ton Hold it Rock get up get down Miuzi weighs a ton Hold it Yeah, that's right Public Enemy number one in New York Public Enemy number one in Philly Public Enemy number one in DC Public Enemy number one in Cleveland, Ohio Also where Public Enemy number one in St. Louis Public Enemy number one in New Jersey And bust it |
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from Public Enemy - Yo! Bum Rush The Show (1999)
Yo Chuck, bust a move man I was on my way up here to the studio Ya know what I'm sayin' And this brother stop me and axe me Yo wassup with that brother Chuckie D, he swear he nice I said Yo the brother don't swear he's nice, he knows he's nice Ya know what I'm sayin' So Chuck, we gotta fill in You turn him into a Public Enemy man Now remeber that line you was kicking to me On the way out to LA ??? ??? ??? While we was in the car on our way to the Shot Well yo right now kick the bass for them brothers And let them know What goes on What goes on Well I'm all in - put it up on the board Another rapper shot down from the mouth that roared 1-2-3 down for the count The result of my s - oh yes, no doubt Cold rock rap - 49er supreme Is what I choose and I use I never lose to a team Cause I can can go solo - like a Tyson bolo Make the fly girls wanna have my photo Run in their room - hang it on the wall In remembrance that I rocked them all Suckers, ducks, ho-hum emcees You can't rock the kid - so go cut the cheese Take this application of rhymes like these My rap's red hot - 110 degrees So don't start bassin' I'll start placin' Bets on that you'll be disgracing You and your mind from a beatin' from my rhymes A time for a crime that I can't find I'll show you my gun - my Uzi weighs a ton Because I'm Public Enemy number one One One One One One One One You got no rap - but you want to battle It's like havin' a boat - but you got no paddle Cause I never pause - I say it because I don't break in stores - but I break all laws Written while sittin' - all fittin' not bitten Givin' me the juice that your not gettin' I'm not a law obeyer so you can tell your mayor I'm a non-stop, rhythm rock poetry sayer I'm the rhyme player - the ozone layer A battle what? Here's a bible start your prayer This word to the wise is justified If they ask you what happened just admit you lied You just got caught a - for going out of order And now you're servin' football teams their water You messed with the master, word to Chuck And I'll wax cold tax, made sure you got dome You just got dissed - all but dismissed Sucker duck emcees - you get me pissed It's no fun - being on the run Because they got me Public Enemy number one One - One - One One - One - One Don't you know, don't you know I got a posse over force to back me up Watch out, we got never the match Ambush attack on my back doubleteamin', get creamed So we have us ??? ??? Wanna hear it again We got a force - enemy down The L.I. circuit sound Ain't it Chuckie D, myself and KG Flavor, DJ Melody Oh yes, I presume it's the tunes that make us groom To make all the ladies swoom But it's also the words from outer region a goldboy session Kickin' like Bruce Lee's chinese connection On stereo - never ever ??? All wax - yes I'm talkin' about vinyl They said stop freeze I got froze up Because I'm Public Enemy number one One - One - One One - One - One One - One - One For all you suckers liars, your cheap amplifiers You crossed up wires are always starting fires You grown up criers now here's a pair of pliers Get a job like your mother I heard she fixes old dryers You have no desires - your father fixes tires You try to sell ya equipment but you get no buyers It's you they never hire you're never on flyers Cause you and your crew is only known as good triers Known as the poetic political al son I'm Public Enemy number one One - One - One One - One - One One - One - One Yeah, that's right Chuck man That's what you gotta do You gotta tell them just like that Ya know what I'm sayin' Cause yo man, let me tell you a little somethin' man These brothers runnin' around - hard headed Makin' a little jealous Ya know what I'm sayin' Just like that, ya know They try to bring you down with 'em But yo Chuck, you gotta let 'em know who's who in the world of beat You gotta let 'em know that this is the 80's And we can get all the ladies And in the backyard we got a fly Mercedes And that's the way the story goes That's just the way the story goes Let me tell you a little somethin' man |
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from Public Enemy - Yo! Bum Rush The Show (1999)
Ridenhour - Sadler - Shocklee Testing - one - two Testing - one - two The house is now on fire Spread the walls ya'll Everybody get somebody we don't want anybody let fuck nobody Cause you know what time it is It's time to get busy And when it's time to get busy You know what you gotta do You gotta Raise the roof because it's all on fire Not done by the sun or electrical wire Not done by sons stricking matches with daughters But done by scratches so save that water This jam is packed so I just figure All we need is the house to get bigger So startin' with the roof down to the base We're at your service to burn the place Come on Come on Come on Raise the roof That's right Raise the roof Come on With the spot as hot as it can get An' the roof's on fire - you're soaked and wet The puzzle on your face shows as you sweat But your body keeps movin' with no regrets Chandeliers shake, swing from front to back Left to right all night - and the lights don't crack Your minds on the time - hopin' it don't end Cause it's time to get stupid - here we go again Come on Come on Come on raise the roof Come on Raise the roof ya'll Come on Stare at the strope - pull your earlobe For the sights and sounds clear across the globe This jam might hit or miss the charts But the style gets wild as state of the art Dazzling in science - bold in nerve But givin' my house what it deserves Served on the floor cause I get payed Make the fans that left, wished they had'a stayed Realize my friend - ain't this a trip As your body gets railed when you do the flip And your mind gets rocked when we're on the roll Then the freak of the week makes you lose control A Swatch for a watch - so you'll know the time Your crowd gets loud and you clock my rhyme The messiah's on fire and I'm living proof I'll quench your desire and raise your roof Come on Come on raise the roof Come on Raise the roof Come on In school I'm cool throughout the week When the weekend comes - I'm down with the Greeks Frat brothers known across the seven seas Fly ladies of the 80's - sororities The Zetas, Deltas, AKA's Women that keep me in a daze The A-Phi-A - Sigma boys on the move With the Kappas and the Ques and of course the groove And for real it's the deal and the actual fact Takes a nation of millions to hold me back Rejected and accepted as a communist Claimin' fame to my name as a terrorist Makin' money in corners that you'll never see Dodgin' judges and the lawyers and the third degree Nothin' wrong with a song to make the strong survive Realize gave me five cause I kept 'em alive Mislead what you read about my devilish deeds Mislead what I said so you're better off dead Make 'em hear it and see it for the deaf and blind And command it and we'll plan it for incapable minds Take for granted and demand it from the wave of my hand Make the jealous understand it and just say damn When they see me ask a question - "How the hell can it be?" When they watch me pull a serpent straight out of the sea Turn the winter into summer - then from hot to cold Expand my power on the hour - make you all behold From the slammer swing a hammer like the mighty Thor God of thunder, you'll go under - then you'll all applaud And fathom that distance, that the mad must reap Meet Namor sea lord - Prince of the deep Here for you to fear at any cost Tellin you to get busy or you better get lost Livin' lives civilized from the lessons I taught Cities buried underground just because I went off My friends, enemies - better be my friend Is the question people guessin' is this the end? End of the world - are you guessin' yes? Just say and don't delay it - get it off your chest Houses of crack - I've seen too much I go ready - aim - fire - then I'll blow 'em up |
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from Public Enemy - Yo! Bum Rush The Show (1999)
You spend a buck in the 80's whatcha you get is a preacher Forgivin' this torture of the system that brought 'cha I'm on a mission and you got that right Addin' fuel to the fire - punch to the fight Many have forgotten what we came here for Never knew or had a clue so you're on the floor Just growin not knowin about your past now you're lookin' pretty stupid while you're shakin' your ass Mind over matter - mouth in motion Can't defy cause I'll never be quiet Let's start this Some people fear me when I talk this way Some come near me - some run away Some people take heed to every word I say Some wanna build a posse some stay away Some people think that we plan to fail Wonder why we go under or we go to jail Some ask us why we act the way we act Without lookin' how long they kept us back Mind over matter - mouth in motion Can't defy cause I'll never be quiet Let's start this Yes you if I bore you - I won't ignore you I'm sayin things that they say I'm not supposed to Give you pride that you may not find If you're blind about your past then I'll point behind Kings, Queens, warriors, lovers People proud - sisters and brothers Their biggest fear - suckers get tears When we can top their best idea Mind over matter - mouth in motion Can't defy cause I'll never be quiet Let's start this Right Mind revolution - our solution Mind over matter - mouth in motion Corners don't sell it - no you can't buy it Defy cause I'll never be quiet Let's start this Our solution - mind revolution Can't sell it - no you can't buy it in a potion You lie about the life that you wanted to try Tellin' me about a head - you decided to fly Another brother with the same woes that you face But you shot with the same hands you fall from grace Every brother should be every brother's keeper But you shot with your left while your right was on your beeper Mind over matter - mouth in motion Can't defy cause I'll never be quiet Let's start this As the world turns - it's a terrible waste To see the stupid look stuck on your face Timebomb alarm for the world - just try it Known to all zones as the one man riot I'm on a mission to set you straight Children - it's not too late Explain to the world when it's plain to see To be what the world doesn't want us to be Mind over matter - mouth in motion Can't defy cause I'll never be quiet Let's start this |
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from Public Enemy - Yo! Bum Rush The Show (1999)
That woman in the corner cold playin' the role Leave her ass in the corner till her feet get cold Knowin' for a fact that girl is whacked If you hold your hand out she'll turn her back Better walk, don't talk she's all pretend Can't be her friend unless you spend Wall to wall after all Get ready to throw only money at the bitch Cause she thinks she's so phisticated So phisticated So phisticated So phisticated Peekin' an' seekin' inside a book Her demands for a man with a chemical look Wishes an' desires gettin worse with age She doesn't want a man all she wants is a pay Ain't got a man so she goes to a club She thinks it's classy but it's really a pub But that's the kind of place where she likes to go The bitch got a problem Cause she thinks she's so phisticated So phisticated So phisticated So phisticated Jackets, shoes, everyday ties The girl only wants one of those guys Suckers who front it like it ain't no thang Pretend to be friends and don't want that thang Talk like this - don't talk slang Do anything to get that thang Tries to be chic and playin' it off Peekin' through the window saw her take her clothes off Nasty girl - a stone cold freak Stayin' in the bed a whole goddamn week Comin' and leavin' guys servin' up storms From execs with checks boys from the dorms Never kept a name never seen a face She could pass 'em in the street like it never took place I know she's a ho so I'm a go Expose the funky bitch Cause she thinks she's so phisticated So phisticated So phisticated So phisticated Now she wants a sucker boy with an attache And if you ain't got it she'll turn you away You can smile with style as you profile Cause you got a gold tooth an' she thinks you're wild She don't want a brother that's true and black If you're light, you're alright better you stay back Cause the sucker with the bag is out to catch With something in his bag keepin her attached The man's got a plan it's IBM The devil at her level yes it is him His Audi she rides his gold and clothes The ill base method turning up her nose A lack a lack a lack cold beaming her up She's still got the nerve to turn her fuckin' nose up Her status looks at us from down below Now the bitch is in trouble Cause she thinks she's so phisticated So phisticated So phisticated So phisticated Little is known about her past So listen to me cause I know her ass Used to steal money out her boyfriends clothes Never got caught so the story goes She kept doin' that to all her men Found the wrong man when she did it again And still to this day people wonder why He didn't beat the bitch down till she almost died phisticated |
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from Public Enemy - Yo! Bum Rush The Show (1999)
Terminator X Speaks With His Hands...
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from Public Enemy - Yo! Bum Rush The Show (1999)
Hey Chuck, we got some non believers out there Yo, we gotta do somethin' about that man Yo, we gotta get stupid Yo, we gotta let 'em know what time it is You go ooh and ahh when I jump in my car People treat me like Kareem Abdul Jabbar No matter who you are when I'm up to par I betcha go hip hop hurray or hurrah But the ahhs and ohhs is my kind of news Pop your tape in put your car in cruise I never heard the boos I never drank booze Cause I just rock the rhythm left alone the blues The L.I. mystique you sneak to peek A look and then you know that we're never weak I know you can't wait it's never too late No fear I'm here and everything is straight Cycles, cycles life runs in cycles New is old no I'm not no psycho The monkey on the back makes the best excel The people in the crowd makes the best rock well The people in the back lets you know who's whack And those who lack the odds are stacked The one who makes the money is white not black You might not believe it but it is like that When you come to my show watch me throw Down with the other brothers toe to toe When you make a move new not used And watch the bro here just bust a groove A fat lady soprano loads my ammo Hear my jam with a funky piano Easy on the wall but hard on the panel A fool smokes Kools cause he chokes on Camels In effect the crew's in check Run by the posse with the gold around the neck Homeboys in heat lookin' for sweet Ladies in the crowd so they can meet Somebody to body makin' a baby Givin' it to grandma an' makin' her crazy I'm a MC protector U.S. defector South African government wrecker Panther power you can feel it in my arm Lookout y'all I'm a timebomb Tickin', tockin', all about rockin' Makin' much dollars while the crazy one's clockin' The rhythm to shake the house downy down Bounce to the ounce is sound the crown The man the enemy Public King no thing All fall to the force of my swing Like Ali Frazier Thriller in Manila A pinpoint point blank microphone killer am I No need to lie got the Flavor Flave To prove I'll win and if not the save I'll pick up, rack up put your whole shack up Just choose to lose the bet emcee stick up This is the wiz but the mike's not his, it's mine One time let the star shine And I'm tellin you yelling at you you're through Don't think you're grown cause your moustache grew I'm number one you know it weighs a ton And I'll be the burger you can be the bun, girl Surroundin' my steady poundin' Get on down to my funky sound And rock the rhythm rhyme one time your mind Rhythm roll two times control The mauler and the caller of your doom And when I'm ready to leave you're gonna know I go boom Three times y'all rhythm rhyme and rock Then you'll that the D is on the block Four times y'all and never ever the whack It's the hour to the minute time to blow BLACK |
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from Public Enemy - Yo! Bum Rush The Show (1999)
All right party people, bust a groove It's guaranteed to shake your butt and make you move I got a little something fly that's gonna keep you high (?) It's not a drug from my little rug It's rap for your earhole that we call a bug Ya know what I'm sayin' Now bust it out There is a lot of people out there That's building up a force Of course that we call a posse None will be grown when you good to go then you're gone You start up with two And you end up with two thousands by the millions You dig what I'm sayin' Now there's a lot of posses out there Trying to take over posses And trying to turn those possses Into their posse But when you got too much Like the gear grabbin' such and such (?) Nobody can take yours So they'll be sweatin' from the pore Trying to take whatcha got They're so hot from the pot Do they get the bad cold An' nose runnin' with the snot Ya know what I'm sayin' What do you got to say about this A force so strong that you can't resist You may as well join 'em - you know you can't beat 'em Pack a hundred people - ya know ya gonna need 'em Straight with the system is down by law Cause every half hour they get nine more They run all the dollars that come in town So either join the crew or get beat down I watched all the guys be so damn cruel Try to get fast - you must be a fool Blood through and through - the boys don't play I seen 'em tax and run an operation today They got too - too - too much posse Yeah, I had a party - much people came by I'm talking to a 'g' cause the 'g' real fly Chillin' in my room - chewin' off her ear Chillin' stypid fly - cause I got stupid gear My door kicked open by her man and crew The 'g' turned to me and said, "Who're you?" I said, "Yo fly. Yeah the 'g' lied." Stuck in the corner while the 'g' cried And then from the back - my homeboys came Wear Uzis and knives and said, "Go blame." (?) Ya lying ass girl with the fake tears We got a big posse and we show no fears We got too - too - too much posse We got too - too - too much posse Yeah, that's right And I'm get ready to step off Ya know what I'm sayin' And all you posses out there That's trying to help posse to posse Yo, we gotta stop that as Scatter your brain from here to White Plains Ya know what I'm sayin' We got the shit that you just can't fuck with |
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from Public Enemy - Yo! Bum Rush The Show (1999)
Yo! Bum Rush The Show Ridenhour - Drayton - Shocklee Yo! Bum rush the show I am taking no prisoners, taking no shorts Breakin' with the metal of a couple of forts While we're hearin' that boom supplement the mix Gonna rush 'em like the Bears in the 46 Homeboys I don't know but they're part of the pack In the plan against the man, bum rush attack For the suckers at the door, if you're up and around For the suckers at the door, we're gonna knock you back down Yo! Bum rush the show ( ) Yo, ??? around ??? ??? You're gonna tell us, man That we can't get inside your spot? Yo man, let me tell you somethin', man We came all the way down here from the Welch Ya know what I'm sayin' Yo man, you're talkin' about gettin' busy Yo, you wanna get busy? Come on, let's step to the back Ya know what I'm sayin' I take you to the back and show you some of my techniques And I'll stomp a mud hole in your ass Bitch Searchin my body for fuckin' what My gun's just for fun and my knife don't cut How can I make you understand I get ill on a posse with my goddamn hands Troubles, not me, I don't mean to cause But you took one look and began to pause Didn't hoolar at the dollar we was willin' to spend But you took one look, wouldn't let our ass in ( ) Yo homes, I don't know what you're talkin' about, man But yo, bust a move man Yo, me and my crew, we were in a four limo over last night Ya know what I'm sayin' And they are on their way my crib, man Now yo, when you feel a ??? ??? ??? talkin' that garbage Yo, me and my crew got cold crash this side of the door Ya know what I'm sayin' Talkin' about a nine? Yo, a nine ain't gonna stop the bum rush, homes ( ) Cold bum rushin' doors like at first it's something All we realize that the show ain't nuthin' For the stunts and the blunts, whole world inside The reason that the mighty used force supplied No comp, we'll stomp all in our way Gave me static so I don't pay It might be a trick that you don't like Comin' in the side door then I'm grabbin' the mike Walkin' and talkin' - fist full in the air It might seem like that we don't care A ho for an oh, a pow for an ow Girls start screamin' all I say is wow Get that sucker who shot that gun Whip his monkey ass till it ain't no fun 5-O showed and wouldn't you know They blamed it on the kid cause all I said was... ( ) Yeeaah man, yo I was at the park last night Ya know what I'm sayin' Gold clocks for megadollars, man An' these brothers, man Walked up to me talkin' about they was gonna stick me up Yo, man, let me tell you somethin', man These are the same brothers, man, that tried to stick up ??? Ya know what I'm sayin' But yo, I got a posse, man That wouldn't let them bum rush my operation Ya know what I'm sayin' |
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from Public Enemy - Yo! Bum Rush The Show (1999)
Ooh Chuck, they outta get us man Yo, we gotta dust these boys off In this corner with the 98 Subject of suckers object of hate Who's the one some think is great I'm that one son of a gun Drivin' by wavin' my fist Makin' 'em mad when I'm goin' like this Top gun never on the run They know not to come cause they all get some Goin' quicker in the speedin' lane Jealous can't do it and it's causin' them pain Caught in my smoke all they did was choke Look at my spokes you know I'm no joke Out that window middle finger for all Jealous at my ride, stereo and blackwalls Suckers they got the nerve and gall To talk 'bout the car when they're walkin' tall Suckers to tha side I know you hate my 98 You gonna get yours Suckers to tha side I know you hate my 98 You gonna get yours Pullin' away every day Leavin' you in the dust So you know I get paid on the mile ego trip And 5-o tailin' on my tip Watch me burn rubber fall in my flame This episode is always the same Seein' no comp comin' like I'm blind All left back trailin' my behind I go faster cops try to shoot me They'll get theirs when they try to get me I'll let it go my turbo Run, I'm in the river cause they're movin too slow Laughin' hard at their attempt So what if the judge charged me contempt I'd rub my boomerang cause I'm feelin proud And I wouldn't even hear them cause my radio's loud Suckers to tha side I know you hate my 98 You gonna get yours Suckers to tha side I know you hate my 98 You gonna get yours Cruisin' down the boulevard I treated like some superstar You know the time so don't look hard Get with it the ultimate homeboy car All you suckers in the other ride Wherever I'm comin' get you my side My 98 is tough to chase If you're on my tail better watch your face Smoke is comin' when I burn Rubber when my wheels turn A tinted window so super bad Lookin' like the car the Green Hornet had It's the reason I'm ahead of the pack It's the reason I left them back It's the reason all the people say My 98-O blows 'em all away My 98 Oldsmobile is... My 98 Oldsmobile's so... My 98 Oldsmobile is... My 98 Oldsmobile's like... Suckers to tha side I know you hate my 98 You gonna get yours Suckers to tha side I know you hate my 98 You gonna get yours Understand I don't drive drunk My 98's fly I don't drive no junk No cop gotta a right to call me a punk Take this ticket go to hell and stick it Put me on a kick butt line up, times up This government needs a tune up I don't know what's happenin' what's up Gun in my chest I'm under arrest Sidewalk suckers wanted to spill me So I got my crew and posse Took their girls and got them to thrill me Stepped outside got in my ride Drove them around an' I looked around town Caught 'em out there cold ran 'em over and down They didn't get me and that's the truth Cause the 98-O is bullet proof My 98 Oldsmobile's so... My 98 Oldsmobile is... My 98 Oldsmobile's so... My 98 Oldsmobile's like... |
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from Public Enemy - Muse Sick-N-Hour Mess Age (1999)
We got so much soul
You can damn near see it Spinnin on a 45 I've come to the conclusion Clear the confusion My point is to rock Dis funky joint Don't you know I got tangled In the Star-Spangled Banner In the middle of Alabama Or was it Tennessee or Arkansas New York and Cali got the same Amount of race rallies I know they wanna hang me Straight around the neck So I'm knockin off the hand checks So you can When I say what it is It ain't nutting but a song Krackas, killas, kidnappas KKK tries to blame it on the rappers They don't count the ones That bounce to the 40 ounce Or the runts dat get stunted By the blunts This time I'm gonna take it down the line To the ones that are ready They be holdin it steady When a song so wrong So many be singin it Strangled tangled Caught in a Spangled Banner got em on dat camera Stars I'm seein from A beatdown in a slamma Oh say can you see But you can't Uncle Sammy wears the pants Tom's his bitch When he's swingin a switch Rather stick da poor up And give it to da rich I always thought dat power Was to the people, we the people Oh say can I see we ain't people When I pledge allegiance I shoulda got a sticka 1st grade/2nd grade I shoulda just kicked a Verse in the middle of class Instead of singin bout bombs Like a dumb ass Land of the free Home of the brave And hell with us niggas we slaves That shoulda been the last line Of a song that's wrong form to get So when everybody stand I sit The red is for blood shed The blue is for the sad ass songs We be singin in church while white man's heaven is black man's hell The stars what we way when we Got our ass beat Stripes whip marks in our backs White is for the obvious Ain't no black in that flag |
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from Public Enemy - Muse Sick-N-Hour Mess Age (1999)
Huffed and he puffed
Huffed and he puffed Blew tha house down Now how dat sound Never no never Give up gotta gotta live up To my name Triple double in da rap game Cause I ain't goin niggatronic Smart enough to know I ain't bionic Wit my main man Harry Not Connick Rather rap my black ass off Getcha hooked on phonics Good enough to know no endo Thru it out tha window Along wit tha Super Nintendo I'm a strict daddy Got dat right God damn right But have a good time/Dyn-o-mite It's just that I don't talk That same ol crap (shit) Cause Papa got a brand new Bag fulla rap (hitz) The world don't work no more no more The world won't work no more Ain't gonna work no more no more My main knick knack paddy wack C'mon and give a damn Confrontational man Is what I am Is what I am I'm tearin down da house that Jack built Cause he killt whoever he wanted and hunted And tax the backs of the environment macks Who plan in da silence of the skams A world dat won't work No more/no more Mother earth gets treated like a whore And he doeth great wonders So that he maketh fire come Down from heaven on the earth In sight of men Toms to the left of me Bombin to the right World good night He got destruction In his appetite On a platter a planet To him it doesn't matter 3-2 at the plate Up go the greedy batter Environmental alarm To all not some Good God 'Cause we don't get two of em I was told that oil and water don't mix But the new world order Got a disorder And so I diss Cuss my disgust If I must One earth is da birth outta all of us And so I diss After the math Disaster wit a European autograph Gonna be bedlam If he spread em Da trigga is cocked Nowhere to flock Gonna be bedlam If he spread em Pass da word F what you heard Gonna be bedlam If he spread em Glock is cocked Now drop da props Gonna be bedlam If we spread em The day the whole world couldn't do it Repent Oh no! Check the preacher what he spent One way ticket to God to fix scars Woman and man runnin the land, sea and air poor Do we all go the way of the dinosaur? or To hell and back attack The new clear fog got us sniffin like Atomic dogs Pocket fulla pimp daddy moves Put a code on a can Whatta hell of a man, shootin Trigga pollution, planet prostitution Uprootin da third We go to the way of the bird Can't do whatcha want to da place Don't waste my place Where you from? We only got one |
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from Public Enemy - Muse Sick-N-Hour Mess Age (1999)
I'm keepin a cool head
Smart and calculated Tell da skinheads what I said & they hate it One dumb move they make A mistake a turnover/going going gone And its over Shoulda thought silly rabbit Those habits'll getcha Runnin whitcha life So what some sucker snuck inside a knife But I'm checkin it out Back from a far you know Theyll never know I'm backin up An jettin to my car B4 they steal it Watch me ride an wheel it Ooh! child here it comes now I can feel it Inspiration from the situation Flowing to what I know an... This ain't nuttin but another Headline statistic, two brothers But one went ballistic Now I'm chillin beside my ride Pulled over the side Five-O ran a check Now how the hell am I suspect |
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from Public Enemy - Muse Sick-N-Hour Mess Age (1999)
Intro: Chuck D, Flavor Flav Aight {aight}, aight, aight {aight}, aight {aight} I'm aight if you aight {I'm aight} I be better - get some of that bass {word, give it up} aight, yeah [Rinkin twinkin body shakin Nuffattackin brain's a rackin Clock tockin Chuck shockin Flavor Flav ain't never shavin] (one, two, three four) Verse One: Chuck D It's another record, check it, mad methods To put my brothers and sisters on a deathbed You know he cheated, took what he wanted but now you blunted Suckin up to the devil steppin down a level It's who they fear is you Who protects us from us and you from you Yes and it counts [fuck the fourty ounce] I sued them bastards, yeah they got bounce I did em like a demo {threw em out the window} I took a 98 cause I never liked a limo But pump pump pump pu-pump pump it up A mad rhyme, for mad times, that's what's up Some ain't gonna change, I got em in a range I gotta rearrange, so I'm buildin back your brain Wreckin records with funky stuff Am I loud enough? {yeah} You got ta give it up Chorus [4x]: Flavor Flav Give it up, give it up, give it up yo Give it up, give it up, gotta give it up repeat #2 -- (occasional) Chuck D vocal yeah you gots ta give it up now Verse Two: Chuck D Come again with the same old bounce I'm calling a foul and once again it counts Mad tense mad tense brothers know The blunts in the back got the black behind and that's wack [And once again it's on!] Hey Jimmy cracked corn cracker singin "I don't care", it's on I'm comin with a rhyme [what?] I'm lettin go a rhyme [yeah!] I gotta get a rhyme through the rough and crazy times Call me a Hannibal lecture, yes I checked her They don't hear me though, so here I go I'm sick and tired so Sly'll take ya higher When I'm takin his sound to bring you down Rappers rippin a lyrical kickin finger-lickin But to the rhythm I'm givin but never cotton pickin Like James Brown I'm sayin it loud Am I loud enough? Huh, you got ta give it up [Some ain't gonna change, some ain't gonna change Some ain't gonna never ever change Some ain't gonna change, some ain't gonna change Some ain't gonna NEVER EVER change!] Chorus [1/2X] Interlude: Chuck D, Flavor Flav And when I'm coming, some young dumb and fulla cum Some second guessing my lessons about saving young Some don't know like Run said so here we go Where it is inside, whoop there it is {aaaaaaah} There it is [There it is, damn right My man X is a bad mother {shut your mouth) I'm talking about Terminator, he's the man] There it is, can you hit me off with another one Chorus I never did represent doing dumb shit Some gangsta lying - I'd rather diss Presidents Dead or alive, bring em and I'll swing em I vocalize, I just rap, I don't sing em Flick em, and I fling em, you can go with em Hall of Fame for the game for the points I Dave Bing em Go Grandmama, close but no cigar I got mine, for I'm using my rhyme The flow go wherever I want, and that's clever Give a piece of my time, to prevent some crime And who behind puttin the guns to the young ones The ones that make em is the ones that take em Rugged for no reason, down in duck season I don't want my mama, on the street wearing armor So check yaself before ya wreck yaself Respect yaself, hah, you got ta give it up Chorus [4X] (fades out) |
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from Public Enemy - Muse Sick-N-Hour Mess Age (1999)
Intro
500 years ago one man claimed To have discovered a new world Five centuries later we the people Are forced to celebrate a black holocaust How can you call a takeover A discovery Mass murderer This side of the planet Most people take it for granted 502 and still doin Give a reason I'm hatin October celebratin The dead Of the black the brown and red Sick an tired Of bein sick n tired Dont jump to conclusions Before I clear the confusion Ashes to ashes, dust to dust I'm talkin bout Columbus Hit me one I dont hate nobody I hate that day Its as crazy as Hitler day Hangin heads and snappin necks Splittin up kin Makin familys wrecked Turned this planet to a sewer Provin to all just a lil grab Will do ya Or do us So my disgust Got credit from the ones that Read it Aint blind to the fact Of a whack headline And if you didn't I pay No mind That's how I feel That's how I feel This iz madd real But these days Is crazy as Hitler day I don't hate nobody It's impossible to discover a land When people are already living there Some thanks for the givin When times are hard & some got the nerve to pray to God Aint about turkey & cider that gets me sick It's that take from the indian trick Lookin pretty grim When they takin da pill From the sucker seekin somethin to kill Now he got a day to celebrate Aint that a trip Cause the indians aint got shit May 31st when it comin it hurts Remember the dead and it makes me curse When they dont include 100 million Of us black folks That died in the bottom of boats I can carry on bout the killin till Dusk & dawn And war ain't the reason they gone Fourth of July a fuckin lie When did we ever Get a piece of the pie Gotta whole day comin Without no pay Cause a fuckin job Cant gimme no play Even had enuff I huff & puff At brothers sellin the stuff Takin in washingtons Lincolns Not they birthdays Payback for em makin us slaves |
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from Public Enemy - Muse Sick-N-Hour Mess Age (1999)
I see I'm peeking out ready to rumble
So now I'm speaking out Against those That flip the way the story goes One never knows Who be flippin the script Whatever the traitors name My aim is dunk em like I'm Chris Webber So many phony smilin faces Traces of slander Got em comin outta funny places I had it an hear em Talkin loud behind my back What was good for the hood Is what they say is wack I take the stabbin & grin When I'm hit Cause I know the suckas smile When I leave em What I'm comin wit I cant complain about the money Although the suckas in the back They talkin shit An laughin like its somethin funny I aim to make changes An never change Unless its for the better Cause I always been a go better Clean hustler Rhyme instead of muscle ya Born when ya thinkin I'm gone The terror era is on... I stand accused To the crews I paid my dues I stand accused I refuse To stand and lose I stand accused To the news I kick da blues I stand accussed I refuse I hear em talkin & walkin Behind my back I'm attacked Fuck the knife in the back Cause it feels like they got an axe Yeah I can dig it wit a shovel I never dig dirt wit the devil Instead I'm on that other level But I took time to reach down To help the black & brown I never stood around I hear em talkin behind My mind In a ocean of sharks And a back full a hackmarks They say I'm fallin off Yeah, they better call it off & get muscle & find another hustle quick Sick n tired of critics But I can take a hit I'm all man Alley oopin the vocal on jams But they dont know it They can blow it & take a puff of dis joint I see I'm kissin it off the cuff Behind the back I'm pullin axes and blades out the arms & the legs Still my fellas get paid The terror era is on Fuck a critic/fuck fuck a critic All the fuckin critics Can get the did dit All a fuckin critic does is Draw a fuckin line Cross a line and dis my rhyme & then they ass is mine If you find a critic dead Remember what I said Who killed a critic Guess the crew did it Say paybacks a crazy ass message Sent to the writers who criticize They're fuckin wit afreedom fighter Who raises flags & dragged the klan in bodybags I hung em up in Missisippi & bum fuck This is Chuck so what the hell You think I did it for To open doors from Carolina to Arkansas And lemme let em I met em I told my boys forget em An what they did got rid of me Negative But 94 got stunts & blunts in da mix I hear the crowd fallin vic To old ghetto tricks But if I wasn't your cousin Wed leave em in the dozens Of sellin out & bellin out Half pint 40 ounce Announce to the rest We had a fall out I never took a drink Never took a hit or bribe Or got spread by what a silly Rumor said Never sang or gang banged Sold out or rented hip hop Cause I know when to stop |
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from Public Enemy - Muse Sick-N-Hour Mess Age (1999)
Microphone check
Microphone check Can I get a check up from the neck up Can I kick a rhyme While I'm checkin my time Can I get a cure Cause you did da crime For sure You're Probably killin me Wit these shots Tell me what I got And I'm gone Pandemic Who did it Right who did it That's who did it WHO/World Health Organized Murderized Came to the aid got paid Doctor doctor in a lab Concocted a germ warfare to the botty I rocked it 105 million goin down In da ground Most in da black an da brown Ow! How did I catch this riddle If I didn't crossover Like a Hardaway dribble They blamed it on some Green African money Now ain't that funky While da clock Is doin da tickin and tock I didn't know Dat da guns aimed and cocked We're runnin outta Time time Rage against Testin 1 - 2 Testin 1 - 2 Can I get a blood check testin 1 - 2 Can I get a witness? (Yes, you can) Can I get a witness? (Yes, you can) Then check it I'm checkin records and facts About da battle To da Indian, Japanese Whites and blacks Germs they spread it Warfare I read it Quote me on this yes and I said it Bet it Bigger damage than the trigger and glocks Mass murder in mass from a Blanket full a small pox No guarantees gettin lesser fees In Tuskegee blacks got shot Wit disease Please check da time C'mon check da rhyme Tribe a mine killed by da swine Who crossed da line? Who did da crime The mind of a world destroyin kind We're runnin outta Time time Rage against time Oh Ey A lil piece of mind While we runnin outta time People of color Goin out like no other kind Mad drama genetic gettin wreck Protect da neck check the epidemic Drug use, addiction and murder I heard a pregnancy Infant mortality Rest in poverty Not piece Disease till deceased Sterilized Realized That beast So here's a word to the wise We're runnin outta Time Time |
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from Public Enemy - Muse Sick-N-Hour Mess Age (1999)
Full fledgin never sat on my legend
No shuffle or shoulder shruggin Uncle Tommin nickel and dime rhymin This renegade rippin Rugged tracks I love it Sorta black owned Like da denver nuggets Pow pow The original Harder hitter Is back in black On deck wit a turtleneck Uh ha you can drink All you want But hard don't make Da liquid matter you intake The logical Sorta psychological Brother like butter spread to one Another Thicker da blunt and got sicker Once upon a rhyme all bigger Meant was for bigga cotton picker Leave alone The men from the mice Who twice packs da gatt Turn into dirty ratts I'm comin wit the antidote, I hope they cope To da rhythm I wrote Pawns in da game Goin down da drain Final call to my race in pain |
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from Public Enemy - Muse Sick-N-Hour Mess Age (1999)
Little piece of my heart like Janis
No Joplin But pure hip hoppin As they try to ban us Crazy flight time no jacket Or ticket Wilson Picket had soul Fat trax so the rappers Can kick it Alan freed the waves As much as Lincoln freed da slaves Its here I bleed and some Bled until dead I got the rhythm from this Headbanger Who used to fly high Now he's just hangin in da hanger Hangin around homeless In a city of no hope I can't cope Just to think See they used to call it dope |
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from Public Enemy - Muse Sick-N-Hour Mess Age (1999)
Ya took me from a place
Where the race didn't matter And gathered up bodies Without a choice So I rather Pass my opinion/back Run ya over With my rack an pinion Never stop the engine For watcha fathers did do the indian North and south Plus the Carribbean I got a vendetta Cause I know better Better black than a stereotype white No cash flow wit out work Talkin bout the past You busted our past You busted our ass Now you afraid cause I never got paid Now sucka jump You cant take whatcha want You can't take whatcha want Cause ya took whatcha want Cant get away cause we got it on tape You cant take whatcha want Cause ya took whatcha want Thin line between law and rape (scream) You can't take whatcha want Dont cha know We aint got nuttin left Cause you took the rest We aint got jazz rock and roll Rappin the lose Wit a few fat ladies left singin da blues Go abracadabra to make A wish I can mess wit Wonder why I'm under Neath a crew I cant get wit I never knew land was an acquisition BS from the best man in position Come again wit dat shit And set hit like a punk No, you cant take whatcha want You can't take whatcha want Cause ya took whatcha want Cant get away cause we got it on tape You cant take whatcha want Cause ya took whatcha want Thin line between law and rape (scream) You can't take whatcha want Cause ya took whatcha want Cant get away cause we got it on tape You cant take whatcha want Cause ya took whatcha want Thin line between law and rape (scream) You cant take whatcha want I open up the trunk I see your phony ass Try to counterfeit funk From land to land To sea to sea Allover got the other man Messin wit me Took the motherland Made a slave of my mother and man Got a good man Sayin goddamn And to hell with Back in the days Unless we go way back To the black ways Always Watch your back If ya crooked dont front You cant take whatcha want You can't take whatcha want Cause ya took whatcha want Cant get away cause we got it on tape You cant take whatcha want Cause ya took whatcha want Thin line between law and rape (scream) You can't take whatcha want Cause ya took whatcha want Cant get away cause we got it on tape You cant take whatcha want Cause ya took whatcha want Thin line between law and rape (scream) We died on the line We walk the fine line he talked a good line |
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from Public Enemy - Muse Sick-N-Hour Mess Age (1999)
Whole lotta love goin on
In da middle of what? Say what? What's goin on? I leave em home alone Dey turned into danger zones Studio shootouts, leavin no doubt In da eyes of the wise About the other guys Fantasi n gettin nat rep Makin you move While they disturb the groove Now the partys over ooops! Outta time Yo my brother can you spare a crime Some wanna take me out I even call em my own (can't we all just get along? ) Rap iz a contact sport Can I get support When I hum to da maximum What I talk is straight From da sidewalk strong The velt new york 112 beatz a minute An I'm flowin in it Have no mercy On da ones that curse me And when I'm in da paint The feuding might be over But the fussin aint Some hate the way I say em Cause I block em like Zo to da am Beginning of an end of an error Incredible shrinking race Fiend without a face Still got love for em But some ain't got love For the rest of us So my boys get iller than Illinois (terminator) Return to da noise I'd rather fall off Than fall victim of crime And a low percentage rhyme If I go down they goin wit me So come and get me...c'mon |
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from He Got Game by Public Enemy [ost] (1999)
The way this go down is simple from this day forth
Anything dealin' wit rapstay off this the playoffs no payoffs Strictly skills if your brains insane then stick to ya deals In this field it ain't all about sell in a mil Wit run of the mil So just be tellin' it real But usually it ain't like A third time felon's appeal 'Til a God school 'em and tell the deal I'll allow you to write Maybe allow to bite If you down to fight the power Here's the power to fight I overpower the mic Hit the crow wit da bomb diggy Ring the alarm Now the squads wit me From way back I shown no weakness When I speak this Mentally strong to keep this hit end My speech is given Now listen from the beginning 'Til I reach the endin' My short story's winnin' And keep the beat spinnin' Chorus: You know the name, PE You know the game, PE We ain't for the fame We for the chance (word is bond) I wake up every day wit my game face on You know the name, PE You know the game, PE We ain't for the fame We for the chance (word is bond) I wake up every day wit my game face on We back harder then ever Follow my lead Through the fast lane in the game They follow my speed Either ease off the gas or floor it You ain't ready to get it I don't know why they keep askin' for it This is real TV ain't no castin' for it Cop lights, news, camera no action for it Get the uncut raw If you somewhat sure Hip hop is like a chess game Discussing the war Strategize Move like masterminds When it's yo go And it's yo dough List time Just cash mine last time I welcome |
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from He Got Game by Public Enemy [ost] (1999)
Say it takes two to tango
But a crew to bang, yo Superstar shootout Overtime at Durango Clear out/the box out Practice at the range - yo Get the D to step back Unless they be deranged, dough Rae me fa so la ti dough The chiza/rarely do missa Money earner isa Barn burner Highlighted by the headturner Every step you take Televised by Ted Turner TBS and TNT Sunday drain the tray But drew the foul on NBC Ain't no stoppin me I told yall I close the door on the series Swept but they ain't here me In case you forgot This shot is hot Boo yoww Like Stuart on the Scott Haves and have not Go cat go Let the legend grow Game it like you game it Better let em all know 1 for the chiza 2 for the flow 3 to get the heads ready Go cat go Go cat go Go cat go High and down low Do it like you did On the brother wit the fro Good job baby Get the crowd crazy Put that finger up at the section ladies Scream c'mon scream At the chisa and the cream Raised up in Brooklyn But be ballin down in Queens White man's burden Be a black man's dream Badge over troubled green Be a triple team Suits and ties See the envy in the eyes Controllin guys while the Buyers lie about the size High priced Adonises Unkept promises Boxscore forgets all the no name threats Puttin numbers up To get them numbers up Keep bouncin But whos countin? 1 for the chiza 2 for the flow 3 to get the heads ready Go cat go Go cat go Go cat go High and down low Do like you did On the brother With the fro Go cat go Let the legend grow Game it like you game it Better let em all know Go cat go Let a player know Coney Island style Before you go pro |
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from He Got Game by Public Enemy [ost] (1999)
If man is the father of the son
Is the center of the earth In the middle of the universe Why is this verse comin Six times rehearsed Don't freestyle much so I write em like such Amongst the fiends Controlled by the screens What does it all mean All this shit i'm seein Human beings scream vocal javelins Signs of a local nigga unravelin My wandering Got my ass wondering Where Christ is In all this crisis Hatin Satan Never knew what nice is Check the papers While I bet on Isis More than your eye can see And ears can here Year by year All the sense disappears Nonsense perseveres Prayers laced wit fear Beware 2 triple 0 is near Damn was it somethin I said Pretend you don't see So you turn your head Race scared of it's shadow Does it matter? Thought areparations Got em playin wit the population Nothing to lose Everythings approved People used Even murders excused White men in suits Don't have to jump Still theres 1001 ways To lose wit the shoes God takes care of ol folks and fools While the devil takes care Of makin the rules Folks don't even own themselves Payin mental rent To corporate president 1 outta 1 million residents Be a dissident Who ain't kissin it The politics of chains and whips Got the sick Missin chips and championships What's love got to do Wit what you got Don't let a win get to your head Or a loss to your heart Nonsense perseveres Prayers heed wit fear Beware 2 triple O is near It might feel good Sound a lil somethin Damn the game If it don't mean nuttin What is game who got game Where's the game In life Behind the game Behind the game I got game She got game We got game They got game He got game That millenium Just be killin em Scary Like lies buried in the library When did a state pen Correct anything When piles of us Still be catchin the bus When stacks of cats Packin laundry mats Paid the preachers back But where the teachers at? I ain't even gotta ask it As who's underpaid and Fouled at the basket I can't blame the envy At who gettin the benjis And takin grants for granted Last i checked pyramids Wasn't built like projects Or on government checks Modern day thugs Ain't got no guts Pardon the expression Under governor nuts Last time in a church Be the last time in a church Dead pledged alliance To many cd's and movies Leaving reality Believing fantasy Bleedin fatalities Too many formalities Prayers laced wit fear Beware 2 triple O is here |
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from He Got Game by Public Enemy [ost] (1999)
look around what do you see
can you see what I see hard to live without weed catching hell without heed phenomenons phenomns prodigys 20,000 maniacs just gotta be human highlight flicks they wanna be hobbies turned to robberies they killin me the gun didn't know I was loaded devil attempts to get heroes railroaded stole the ball from lost souls for whom the final bell toles confused with moses in street clothes he suppose he the one with the corn rows blessed to do this outside j do you know the way to the ABA one on one it's just begun come to the house of the rising son not one of these programmed cats just off the black where the shot clock at don't back me if I with milky raps smack me if I rhyme on silky tracks takes a nation to get back Mike sometimes the opposite of what ya like I'm tired of the traps within sometimes your brain's your cell prison's the skin you in getting change beyond point blank range combined with the cross it's getting strange here comes the sun but who's gonna stop the rain it's just begun and some got done got to beat the man in the house of the rising son |
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from He Got Game by Public Enemy [ost] (1999)
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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