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from Public Enemy - Greatest Misses (1994)
Ooh Chuck, they outta get us man
Yo, we gotta dust these boys off In this corner with the 98 Subject of suckers object of hate Who's the one some think is great I'm that one son of a gun Drivin' by wavin' my fist Makin' 'em mad when I'm goin' like this Top gun never on the run They know not to come cause they all get some Goin' quicker in the speedin' lane Jealous can't do it and it's causin' them pain Caught in my smoke all they did was choke Look at my spokes you know I'm no joke Out that window middle finger for all Jealous at my ride, stereo and blackwalls Suckers they got the nerve and gall To talk 'bout the car when they're walkin' tall Suckers to tha side I know you hate my 98 You gonna get yours Suckers to tha side I know you hate my 98 You gonna get yours Pullin' away every day Leavin' you in the dust So you know I get paid on the mile ego trip And 5-o tailin' on my tip Watch me burn rubber fall in my flame This episode is always the same Seein' no comp comin' like I'm blind All left back trailin' my behind I go faster cops try to shoot me They'll get theirs when they try to get me I'll let it go my turbo Run, I'm in the river cause they're movin too slow Laughin' hard at their attempt So what if the judge charged me contempt I'd rub my boomerang cause I'm feelin proud And I wouldn't even hear them cause my radio's loud Suckers to tha side I know you hate my 98 You gonna get yours Suckers to tha side I know you hate my 98 You gonna get yours Cruisin' down the boulevard I treated like some superstar You know the time so don't look hard Get with it the ultimate homeboy car All you suckers in the other ride Wherever I'm comin' get you my side My 98 is tough to chase If you're on my tail better watch your face Smoke is comin' when I burn Rubber when my wheels turn A tinted window so super bad Lookin' like the car the Green Hornet had It's the reason I'm ahead of the pack It's the reason I left them back It's the reason all the people say My 98-O blows 'em all away My 98 Oldsmobile is... My 98 Oldsmobile's so... My 98 Oldsmobile is... My 98 Oldsmobile's like... Suckers to tha side I know you hate my 98 You gonna get yours Suckers to tha side I know you hate my 98 You gonna get yours Understand I don't drive drunk My 98's fly I don't drive no junk No cop gotta a right to call me a punk Take this ticket go to hell and stick it Put me on a kick butt line up, times up This government needs a tune up I don't know what's happenin' what's up Gun in my chest I'm under arrest Sidewalk suckers wanted to spill me So I got my crew and posse Took their girls and got them to thrill me Stepped outside got in my ride Drove them around an' I looked around town Caught 'em out there cold ran 'em over and down They didn't get me and that's the truth Cause the 98-O is bullet proof My 98 Oldsmobile's so... My 98 Oldsmobile is... My 98 Oldsmobile's so... My 98 Oldsmobile's like... |
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from Public Enemy - Greatest Misses (1994)
Ooh Chuck, they outta get us man
Yo, we gotta dust these boys off In this corner with the 98 Subject of suckers object of hate Who's the one some think is great I'm that one son of a gun Drivin' by wavin' my fist Makin' 'em mad when I'm goin' like this Top gun never on the run They know not to come cause they all get some Goin' quicker in the speedin' lane Jealous can't do it and it's causin' them pain Caught in my smoke all they did was choke Look at my spokes you know I'm no joke Out that window middle finger for all Jealous at my ride, stereo and blackwalls Suckers they got the nerve and gall To talk 'bout the car when they're walkin' tall Suckers to tha side I know you hate my 98 You gonna get yours Suckers to tha side I know you hate my 98 You gonna get yours Pullin' away every day Leavin' you in the dust So you know I get paid on the mile ego trip And 5-o tailin' on my tip Watch me burn rubber fall in my flame This episode is always the same Seein' no comp comin' like I'm blind All left back trailin' my behind I go faster cops try to shoot me They'll get theirs when they try to get me I'll let it go my turbo Run, I'm in the river cause they're movin too slow Laughin' hard at their attempt So what if the judge charged me contempt I'd rub my boomerang cause I'm feelin proud And I wouldn't even hear them cause my radio's loud Suckers to tha side I know you hate my 98 You gonna get yours Suckers to tha side I know you hate my 98 You gonna get yours Cruisin' down the boulevard I treated like some superstar You know the time so don't look hard Get with it the ultimate homeboy car All you suckers in the other ride Wherever I'm comin' get you my side My 98 is tough to chase If you're on my tail better watch your face Smoke is comin' when I burn Rubber when my wheels turn A tinted window so super bad Lookin' like the car the Green Hornet had It's the reason I'm ahead of the pack It's the reason I left them back It's the reason all the people say My 98-O blows 'em all away My 98 Oldsmobile is... My 98 Oldsmobile's so... My 98 Oldsmobile is... My 98 Oldsmobile's like... Suckers to tha side I know you hate my 98 You gonna get yours Suckers to tha side I know you hate my 98 You gonna get yours Understand I don't drive drunk My 98's fly I don't drive no junk No cop gotta a right to call me a punk Take this ticket go to hell and stick it Put me on a kick butt line up, times up This government needs a tune up I don't know what's happenin' what's up Gun in my chest I'm under arrest Sidewalk suckers wanted to spill me So I got my crew and posse Took their girls and got them to thrill me Stepped outside got in my ride Drove them around an' I looked around town Caught 'em out there cold ran 'em over and down They didn't get me and that's the truth Cause the 98-O is bullet proof My 98 Oldsmobile's so... My 98 Oldsmobile is... My 98 Oldsmobile's so... My 98 Oldsmobile's like... |
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from Public Enemy - Yo! Bum Rush The Show (1999)
Ooh Chuck, they outta get us man Yo, we gotta dust these boys off In this corner with the 98 Subject of suckers object of hate Who's the one some think is great I'm that one son of a gun Drivin' by wavin' my fist Makin' 'em mad when I'm goin' like this Top gun never on the run They know not to come cause they all get some Goin' quicker in the speedin' lane Jealous can't do it and it's causin' them pain Caught in my smoke all they did was choke Look at my spokes you know I'm no joke Out that window middle finger for all Jealous at my ride, stereo and blackwalls Suckers they got the nerve and gall To talk 'bout the car when they're walkin' tall Suckers to tha side I know you hate my 98 You gonna get yours Suckers to tha side I know you hate my 98 You gonna get yours Pullin' away every day Leavin' you in the dust So you know I get paid on the mile ego trip And 5-o tailin' on my tip Watch me burn rubber fall in my flame This episode is always the same Seein' no comp comin' like I'm blind All left back trailin' my behind I go faster cops try to shoot me They'll get theirs when they try to get me I'll let it go my turbo Run, I'm in the river cause they're movin too slow Laughin' hard at their attempt So what if the judge charged me contempt I'd rub my boomerang cause I'm feelin proud And I wouldn't even hear them cause my radio's loud Suckers to tha side I know you hate my 98 You gonna get yours Suckers to tha side I know you hate my 98 You gonna get yours Cruisin' down the boulevard I treated like some superstar You know the time so don't look hard Get with it the ultimate homeboy car All you suckers in the other ride Wherever I'm comin' get you my side My 98 is tough to chase If you're on my tail better watch your face Smoke is comin' when I burn Rubber when my wheels turn A tinted window so super bad Lookin' like the car the Green Hornet had It's the reason I'm ahead of the pack It's the reason I left them back It's the reason all the people say My 98-O blows 'em all away My 98 Oldsmobile is... My 98 Oldsmobile's so... My 98 Oldsmobile is... My 98 Oldsmobile's like... Suckers to tha side I know you hate my 98 You gonna get yours Suckers to tha side I know you hate my 98 You gonna get yours Understand I don't drive drunk My 98's fly I don't drive no junk No cop gotta a right to call me a punk Take this ticket go to hell and stick it Put me on a kick butt line up, times up This government needs a tune up I don't know what's happenin' what's up Gun in my chest I'm under arrest Sidewalk suckers wanted to spill me So I got my crew and posse Took their girls and got them to thrill me Stepped outside got in my ride Drove them around an' I looked around town Caught 'em out there cold ran 'em over and down They didn't get me and that's the truth Cause the 98-O is bullet proof My 98 Oldsmobile's so... My 98 Oldsmobile is... My 98 Oldsmobile's so... My 98 Oldsmobile's like... |
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from Public Enemy - Yo! Bum Rush The Show (1999)
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 - There'S A Poison Goin' On (1999)
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 Public Enemy - There'S A Poison Goin' On (1999)
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 Public Enemy - There'S A Poison Goin' On (1999)
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 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 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 Public Enemy - Fear Of A Black Planet (1994)
Shocklee - Sadler - Ridenhour Once again, this is it Turn it up Here we go But this time the rhyme Gonna ask who did the crime Then let's get down to the nitty-gritty Like I wanna know who Picked Wilson's pocket Afth, he rocket it Fact, he shocked it Same kinna thing they threw at James An what did to Redd was a shame The the Black get The bigger the feds want A piece of that ... booty Intentional rape system, like we ain't Payed enough in this bitch, that's why I dissed them I learned we earned, got no concern Instead we burned so where the hell is our return? Plain and simp the system's a pimp But I refuse to be a ho Who stole the soul? Ain't, no, different Than in South Africa Over here they'll go after ya to steal your soul Like over there they stole our gold Yo they say the Black don't know how to act 'Cause we're waitin' for the big payback But we know it'll never come That's why I say come and get some Why when the Black move it, Jack move out Come to stay Jack moves away Ain't we all people? How the hell can a color be no good for a neighborhood Help, straighten me out 'Cause my tribe gets a funny vibe They I'm wrong for singin' a song Without solutions All the dancers answer questions And try to be the best and... Let everybody know before I blow For the sake of what's right I wanna know who stole the soul? We choose to use their ways And holidays notice some of them are heller days Invented bye those who never repented For the sins within that killed my kin But that's all right I try do what a brother does But I'll never know if you're my cuz That's why I try my best to unite And damn the rest if they don't like it Banned from many arenas Word from the motherland has anybody seen her Jack was nimble, Jack was quick Got a question for Jack ask him 40 acres and a mule Jack Where is it why'd you try to fool the Black It wasn't you, but you pledge allegiance To the red, white, and blue Sucker that stole the soul! |
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from Public Enemy - Greatest Misses (1994)
Shocklee - Sadler - Ridenhour
Once again, this is it Turn it up Here we go But this time the rhyme Gonna ask who did the crime Then let's get down to the nitty-gritty Like I wanna know who Picked Wilson's pocket Afth, he rocket it Fact, he shocked it Same kinna thing they threw at James An what did to Redd was a shame The the Black get The bigger the feds want A piece of that ... booty Intentional rape system, like we ain't Payed enough in this bitch, that's why I dissed them I learned we earned, got no concern Instead we burned so where the hell is our return? Plain and simp the system's a pimp But I refuse to be a ho Who stole the soul? Ain't, no, different Than in South Africa Over here they'll go after ya to steal your soul Like over there they stole our gold Yo they say the Black don't know how to act 'Cause we're waitin' for the big payback But we know it'll never come That's why I say come and get some Why when the Black move it, Jack move out Come to stay Jack moves away Ain't we all people? How the hell can a color be no good for a neighborhood Help, straighten me out 'Cause my tribe gets a funny vibe They I'm wrong for singin' a song Without solutions All the dancers answer questions And try to be the best and... Let everybody know before I blow For the sake of what's right I wanna know who stole the soul? We choose to use their ways And holidays notice some of them are heller days Invented bye those who never repented For the sins within that killed my kin But that's all right I try do what a brother does But I'll never know if you're my cuz That's why I try my best to unite And damn the rest if they don't like it Banned from many arenas Word from the motherland has anybody seen her Jack was nimble, Jack was quick Got a question for Jack ask him 40 acres and a mule Jack Where is it why'd you try to fool the Black It wasn't you, but you pledge allegiance To the red, white, and blue Sucker that stole the soul! |
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from Public Enemy - Greatest Misses (1994)
Shocklee - Sadler - Ridenhour
Once again, this is it Turn it up Here we go But this time the rhyme Gonna ask who did the crime Then let's get down to the nitty-gritty Like I wanna know who Picked Wilson's pocket Afth, he rocket it Fact, he shocked it Same kinna thing they threw at James An what did to Redd was a shame The the Black get The bigger the feds want A piece of that ... booty Intentional rape system, like we ain't Payed enough in this bitch, that's why I dissed them I learned we earned, got no concern Instead we burned so where the hell is our return? Plain and simp the system's a pimp But I refuse to be a ho Who stole the soul? Ain't, no, different Than in South Africa Over here they'll go after ya to steal your soul Like over there they stole our gold Yo they say the Black don't know how to act 'Cause we're waitin' for the big payback But we know it'll never come That's why I say come and get some Why when the Black move it, Jack move out Come to stay Jack moves away Ain't we all people? How the hell can a color be no good for a neighborhood Help, straighten me out 'Cause my tribe gets a funny vibe They I'm wrong for singin' a song Without solutions All the dancers answer questions And try to be the best and... Let everybody know before I blow For the sake of what's right I wanna know who stole the soul? We choose to use their ways And holidays notice some of them are heller days Invented bye those who never repented For the sins within that killed my kin But that's all right I try do what a brother does But I'll never know if you're my cuz That's why I try my best to unite And damn the rest if they don't like it Banned from many arenas Word from the motherland has anybody seen her Jack was nimble, Jack was quick Got a question for Jack ask him 40 acres and a mule Jack Where is it why'd you try to fool the Black It wasn't you, but you pledge allegiance To the red, white, and blue Sucker that stole the soul! |
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from He Got Game by Public Enemy [ost] (1999)
Now here's the pop
Turn around jumper Hits the rim Bounce away The new slave trade Man child 6 feet 5 But juvenile Thin line between gettin bucks And gettin wild Brooklyn style 100,000 miles Parquet tiles Leavin ankles broke in a pile Son gotta ticket to fly He can make it if he try To the sky like a Coney Island ride Gettin pages from his super agent Community rages at the clout Of the cagers No doubt Center stages, madd phases Front behind crazes Flippin thru the faces Paper chases Love in many places Pros and cons/flict between the races He hold the rock Cold from sweat shops Gone the set shot Replaced by sex shops The highest bidder No room for the quitter Game seven tickets Under counterfeiters 3 cities a week Droppin needles like the black beatles Take heed/what you need is CHORUS Track my pitch up Never switch up Smacked the back ups Packed them pick ups Ressurection of the two-man vocal section The spirit in your dark ass direction Duckin them spray ups On my way What I thought be lay ups War under battle boards A thousand one push ups Here marks the return of them Roosevelt rough riders risin Chargin hard/from the point guard Watch what you pray for But know the team that you play for Need I say more Scared of the ressurection Sacrifice yall Maybe the revolution is basketball Changes Generanges which means Rearranged generations Stuck on playstations Them the new plantations I said a million heads Waitin for another nations To make your world be free No shoppin sprees Ain't no stoppin me Heres da feed not the weed Got the seed...god speed ....what you need is CHORUS Sticky D Give you fits/ on them Turnaround Hypocrits Comin and goin like flicks Hear them nets rip At the butcher Gettin all the chips Musta been a road trip Against the Knicks On TV Showcasin kicks Must be the fame Cause his video Gettin all the chicks Woke on a replay on monday Sports center highlights Last second steal Keep em real |
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from Public Enemy - There'S A Poison Goin' On (1999)
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 - There'S A Poison Goin' On (1999)
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 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 - 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 - Fear Of A Black Planet (1994)
Welcome To The Terrordome Shocklee - Sadler - Ridenhour I got so much trouble on my mind I refuse to lose Here's your ticket Hear the drummer get wicked The crew to you to push the back to Black Attack so I sat and japped Then slapped the Mac(Intosh) Now I'm ready to mike it (You know I like it) huh Hear my favoritism roll "Oh" Never be a brother like to go solo Lazer, anastasia, maze ya Ways to blaze your brain and train ya The way I'm livin', forgiven' What I'm givin' up X on the flex hit me now I don't know about later As for now I know how to avoid the paranoid Man I've had it up to here Gear I wear got 'em goin' in fear Rhetoric said Read just a bit ago Not quittin' though Signed the hard rhymer Work to keep from gettin' jerked Changin' some ways To way back in the better days Raw metaphysically bold Never followed a code Still dropped a load Never question what I am God knows Cause it's comin' from the heart What I got better get some (Get on up) hustler of culture Snakebitten Been spit in the face But the rhymes keep fittin' Respects been givin' how's ya livin' Now I can't protect a pad off defect Check the record An reckon an intentional wreck Played off as some intellect Made the call, took the fall Broke the laws Not my fault they're fallin' off Known as fair square Throughout my years So I growl at the livin' foul Black to the bone my home is your home So welcome to the Terrordome Subordinate terror Kickin' off an era Cold deliverin' pain My 98 was 87 on a record yo So now I go Bronco Crucifixion ain't no fiction So called chosen frozen Apology made to who ever pleases Still they got me like Jesus I rather sing, bring, think reminisce 'Bout a brother while I'm in sync Every brother ain't a brother cause a color Just as well could be undercover Backstabbed, grabbed a flag From the back of the lab Told a Rab get off the rag Sad to say I got sold down the river Still some quiver when I deliver Never to say I never know or had a clue Word was heard, plus hard on the boulevard Lies, scandalizin', basin' Traits of hate who's celebratin' wit satan? I rope a dope the evil with righteous Bobbin' and weavin' and let the good get even C'mon down And welcome to the Terrordome. Caught in the race against time The pit and the pendulum Check the rhythm and rhymes While I'm bendin' 'em Snakes blowin' up the lines of design Tryin' to blind the science I'm snedin' 'em How to fight the power Cannot run and hide But it shouldn't be suicide In a game a fool without the rules Got a hell of a nerve to just criticize Every brother ain't a brother Cause a Black hand Squeezed on Malcom X the man The shootin' of Huey Newton From a hand of a Nigger who pulled the trigger It's weak to speak and blame somebody else When you destroy yourself First nothing's worse than a mother's pain Of a son slain in Bensonhurst Can't wait for the state to decide the fate So this jam I dedicate Places with racist faces Just an example of one of many cases The Greek weekend speech I speak From a lesson learned in Virginia (Beach) I don't smile in the line of fire I go wildin' But it's on bass and drums even violins Watcha do gitcha head ready Instead of gettin' physically sweaty When I get mad I put it down on a pad Give ya somethin' that cha never had controllin' Fear of high rollin' God bless your soul and keep livin' Never allowed, kickin' it loud Droppin' a bomb Brain game intellectual Vietnam Move as a team Never move alone But Welcome to the Terrordome |
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from Public Enemy - Revolverlution (2002)
Welcome To The Terrordome
Shocklee - Sadler - Ridenhour I got so much trouble on my mind I refuse to lose Here's your ticket Hear the drummer get wicked The crew to you to push the back to Black Attack so I sat and japped Then slapped the Mac(Intosh) Now I'm ready to mike it (You know I like it) huh Hear my favoritism roll "Oh" Never be a brother like to go solo Lazer, anastasia, maze ya Ways to blaze your brain and train ya The way I'm livin', forgiven' What I'm givin' up X on the flex hit me now I don't know about later As for now I know how to avoid the paranoid Man I've had it up to here Gear I wear got 'em goin' in fear Rhetoric said Read just a bit ago Not quittin' though Signed the hard rhymer Work to keep from gettin' jerked Changin' some ways To way back in the better days Raw metaphysically bold Never followed a code Still dropped a load Never question what I am God knows Cause it's comin' from the heart What I got better get some (Get on up) hustler of culture Snakebitten Been spit in the face But the rhymes keep fittin' Respects been givin' how's ya livin' Now I can't protect a pad off defect Check the record An reckon an intentional wreck Played off as some intellect Made the call, took the fall Broke the laws Not my fault they're fallin' off Known as fair square Throughout my years So I growl at the livin' foul Black to the bone my home is your home So welcome to the Terrordome Subordinate terror Kickin' off an era Cold deliverin' pain My 98 was 87 on a record yo So now I go Bronco Crucifixion ain't no fiction So called chosen frozen Apology made to who ever pleases Still they got me like Jesus I rather sing, bring, think reminisce 'Bout a brother while I'm in sync Every brother ain't a brother cause a color Just as well could be undercover Backstabbed, grabbed a flag From the back of the lab Told a Rab get off the rag Sad to say I got sold down the river Still some quiver when I deliver Never to say I never know or had a clue Word was heard, plus hard on the boulevard Lies, scandalizin', basin' Traits of hate who's celebratin' wit satan? I rope a dope the evil with righteous Bobbin' and weavin' and let the good get even C'mon down And welcome to the Terrordome. Caught in the race against time The pit and the pendulum Check the rhythm and rhymes While I'm bendin' 'em Snakes blowin' up the lines of design Tryin' to blind the science I'm snedin' 'em How to fight the power Cannot run and hide But it shouldn't be suicide In a game a fool without the rules Got a hell of a nerve to just criticize Every brother ain't a brother Cause a Black hand Squeezed on Malcom X the man The shootin' of Huey Newton From a hand of a Nigger who pulled the trigger It's weak to speak and blame somebody else When you destroy yourself First nothing's worse than a mother's pain Of a son slain in Bensonhurst Can't wait for the state to decide the fate So this jam I dedicate Places with racist faces Just an example of one of many cases The Greek weekend speech I speak From a lesson learned in Virginia (Beach) I don't smile in the line of fire I go wildin' But it's on bass and drums even violins Watcha do gitcha head ready Instead of gettin' physically sweaty When I get mad I put it down on a pad Give ya somethin' that cha never had controllin' Fear of high rollin' God bless your soul and keep livin' Never allowed, kickin' it loud Droppin' a bomb Brain game intellectual Vietnam Move as a team Never move alone But Welcome to the Terrordome |
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from Public Enemy - 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 - Fear Of A Black Planet (1994)
War at 33 1/3 Haven't you heard I got quick and clever At the level of a scientist With this list my fist pumps chumps And don't miss Sorry majority grudgin' against the enemy And any other nigger wit an attitude see And any other rapper whose a brother Who try to speak to one another Gets smothered by the other kind No so divine so I heard it thru the grapevine Sent the feds out to get mine Time yo-yo to go Bronco in 90-91 Laughin' while they're searchin' for my 98 Accelerate the race from the chase Looka my face It ain't hate but they don't want a debate To take great Can I live my life without 'em treatin' Every brother like me like we're holdin' A knife alright time to smack Uncle Sam Don't give a damn, look at the flag My bloods a flood Without credit Black and close to the edit I fed it, you read it, just remember who said it War at 33 1/3 not really live I rather do it at 45 Went west in the quest for my intelligence Climbed a fence took a teacher on Ain't seen him since, hence he winced And convinced that the Black Was back revolving to a renaissance Bronze to gold I told felt bold Taught a so called teacher our role In civilizin' the whole globe Banned unplanned as I said I don't break down religion why? There ain't a smidgen for a pigeon Nature for bird, dog, worm or lion So my question to man is So why the lyin' God's law I saw is natural factual Only man creates a waste Defiance in his haste Based on scheme a scam From some mastermind damn if we read it And we see it and still be blind No need to search a fake church Evangelical, huster Anglo taxin' to muscle ya Check I wreck you guess yes All the bullshit now that's progress |
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from He Got Game by Public Enemy [ost] (1999)
What do you want
What do you need What will you find Don't be afraid Don't fall asleep Open ya mind I hope this rhyme Gets you in time and space Come to a different place Where you here spiritual Lyrical knowledge In your face...to face Like welfare In these rappers lyrics They need help there Does KRS represent heaven Hell yeah Let me take you elsewhere Where you stand there's A curse there, for sure Unless your mature Grow up if you're immature Then ya livin sinister Your reject the words Of the minister You better get wit your Koran or Bible You won't be livin long If ya livin idle The teacha that's my title Shakin it up wakin it up Makin it up breakin it up Taken it up higher no liar You can't deny tha Public Enemy With the public enema I get's way up in buttock My stuff rock I rocks cause This hip hop The long laster Chuck D wit Blast Murderer I know you heard a The word I be swirvin and servin ya Alert ya while splurt the Divine speech Slow the party down so I can spi-dit to each I teach Mystic lyric don't stop Git it git it you betta hear it Battle? quit it CHORUS Unstoppable Public Enemy on the disc Unstoppable Runnin the game Chuck and Chris Unstoppable Bet you didn't know they had Griff Unstoppable You don't wanna take the risk Chuck verse Can a black headed stepchild Run da mile Forever like a juvenile To stay alive Survivin in a freestyle Yo hold it down Walkin on the wildside To live and die Damn another slow song Yo money put the record Back the fuck on No respect for the usual suspects Madd teens pourin fire On the gasoline The beat fiends Feelin like fever I'm gettin warm Chalkmarks in the rainstorm Children of the gone Lost and forgotten minds rotten The arcade shot em Channel zero on The TV got em If you don't love yourself You can't love nobody If you don't know yourself Then you nobody Do your thing no bang In the same damn gang I never sang I'm back But I transcend slang Silence in the face Of violent crews My rhymes and news be Blacker than most blues Troublin it all come tumblin For the strugglin Occupations Daily operation Stimulations Causin mental violation Minds on vacation In the middle of revelations is a nation |
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from 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)
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 - Greatest Misses (1994)
Here a track I found underneath
Findin' beats is a treat An' I don't care if it top pop Abracadabra can't keep a tab a This stickin' around like D an' it stuck Chuck Into a mode, unloadin' pop, pop, pop Go the weasels that dropped from the hip hop Kissin' the good bye Goin' goin' gone Keep it flowin' on Like a lemon I ain't livin' Like a lime here's a line To those here's a rose keep the casket closed Gone and in check The next is from the X Wrecked and affected by the rest huh How I'm gonna go I gotta flow 'Cause they figure I'm a gonna... Tie goes to the runner Politikin' I be wreckin' I reckon he's the electrician Pullin' the switches on brothers Who be in disposition I never got along wit' the long Arm of the law I saw where they place the hardcore To them it doesn't matter Where it splatter Our blood from the bullet Not ballot I vote for Jim Brown I know it don't rhyme Does it matter that he In fact he won't find Excuses inside of Murphy Brown I'm on a level livin' low Here we go I know If this was Africa I'd try to give a necktie To those runnin' & lyin' disguisin' Three guys (surprise) Tie goes to the runner Not surprised at all About the riot zone And I moan I wish they leave me alone yo This was predicted not self-inflicted By the rapp outta the 'hood They picked it good Hittin' heavy critical aim at all the phony names Prez rembezzlers Who gettin' voted mayor Lookin' at 'em wit' an Evil eye (why lie) I don't buy the fly look As the fall guy I'm livin' low across the tracks Politikin' who stickin' had better Watch their backs In another long hot summer Tie goes to the runner An' I quote I freak da notes I double the dose All she wrote Devour got the power of a double man Get excited just don't bite it or you're in trouble man Got a rhythm to ride A thought provoke 'Cause I don't joke Here's a brother wit' an attitude Don't get me rude Chew it up wass up it's like food |
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from Public Enemy - 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)
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 - It Takes a Nation Of Millions To Hold Us Back (1988)
Rogers - Ridenhour - Drayton
Go, Go, Go, Go, Go, Go Take A look at his style Take A check of the sound Off the record people keep him down Trick a chick in Miami Terminator X packs the jams Whow gives a fuck about a Goddamn Grammy Anyway and I say the D's |
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from Public Enemy - Yo! Bum Rush The Show (1999)
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from Public Enemy - There'S A Poison Goin' On (1999)
A Dollar A Rhyme But We Barely Get A Dime
If You Don't Own The Master Then The Master Own You Who Do You Trust From Swindler's Lust From The Back Of The Bus Neither One Of Us Control The Fate Of Our Soul And Swindler's Lust Hickory Dickory Dock Hand In My Pocket Robbed Me For My Chocolate Mo Dollars Mo Cents For The Big Six Another Million Led To Bled Claimin They Innocence Is It Any Wonder Why Black Folks Goin Under Cause Niggas Be Sold In Bundles No Pressure Tell Me Why They Don't Care Rap And R & B Pavin The Streets Of Belair From The Sales Of Singers No Longer Here The Bigger Killer Gets The Bigger Share Now The Ones I Attack The Negros Got Their Back And Know 80-20 Is A Whack Contract Forever Lack The Voice Of Real Black Stole Rock And Roll And Ain't Gave It Back Started Off My Defense Now They're The Ones I Defend Against Who Fell Up Into The Tricks Fuck The Fight The Power Shit Get That Chuck D Nigga Fixed And Keep Him Up Outta The Mix Well Hell Tell Em Chuck Don't Suck No Dick Be An Ass And The Ass Get Kicked Hand In My Pocket Robbed Me For My Chocolate Watch Em Swindle Yo Ass And Turn A Profit If You Don't Own The Master Then The Master Own You Who Do You Trust From Swindler's Lust From The Back Of The Bus Neither One Of Us Control The Fate Of Our Soul And Swindler's Lust They Don't Care About Me They Don't Care About You They Don't Care About You And Ya Crew Ya Family Neighborhood And Plus They Don't Give A Damn About Us Profit Off The Soul Of Black Folk Turn Em Into Bitchez And Niggas And Stupid Ass Jokes Laugh Wit Us Or Laughin At Us That Is What I'm Guessin We Interrupt This Program Wit That Question Laughin All The Way To The Bank Remember Dem Own The Banks And Dem G-Damn Tanks Now What Company Do I Thank Ain't This A Bitch Heard They Owned Slaves And A Ship That Sank If You Don't Own The Master Then The Master Own You Who Do You Trust From Swindler's Lust From The Back Of The Bus Neither One Of Us Control The Fate Of Our Soul And Swindler's Lust This Is For The Blues People In The Delta This Is For Everybody In The 50's That Didn't Get Their Money Little Richard Gettin Half A Penny A Penny All The Super Soul Singers Of The 60's All The Bands Of The 70's On The Outside Lookin In All The People That Didn't Make A Dime Off Their Session Playin And Even The Rappers In The 80's And The 90's Still Tryin To Get Paid For What They Put In If You Don't Own The Master Then The Master Own You Who Do You Trust From Swindler's Lust From The Back Of The Bus Neither One Of Us Control The Fate Of Our Soul And Swindler's Lust |
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from Public Enemy - There'S A Poison Goin' On (1999)
A Dollar A Rhyme But We Barely Get A Dime
If You Don't Own The Master Then The Master Own You Who Do You Trust From Swindler's Lust From The Back Of The Bus Neither One Of Us Control The Fate Of Our Soul And Swindler's Lust Hickory Dickory Dock Hand In My Pocket Robbed Me For My Chocolate Mo Dollars Mo Cents For The Big Six Another Million Led To Bled Claimin They Innocence Is It Any Wonder Why Black Folks Goin Under Cause Niggas Be Sold In Bundles No Pressure Tell Me Why They Don't Care Rap And R & B Pavin The Streets Of Belair From The Sales Of Singers No Longer Here The Bigger Killer Gets The Bigger Share Now The Ones I Attack The Negros Got Their Back And Know 80-20 Is A Whack Contract Forever Lack The Voice Of Real Black Stole Rock And Roll And Ain't Gave It Back Started Off My Defense Now They're The Ones I Defend Against Who Fell Up Into The Tricks Fuck The Fight The Power Shit Get That Chuck D Nigga Fixed And Keep Him Up Outta The Mix Well Hell Tell Em Chuck Don't Suck No Dick Be An Ass And The Ass Get Kicked Hand In My Pocket Robbed Me For My Chocolate Watch Em Swindle Yo Ass And Turn A Profit If You Don't Own The Master Then The Master Own You Who Do You Trust From Swindler's Lust From The Back Of The Bus Neither One Of Us Control The Fate Of Our Soul And Swindler's Lust They Don't Care About Me They Don't Care About You They Don't Care About You And Ya Crew Ya Family Neighborhood And Plus They Don't Give A Damn About Us Profit Off The Soul Of Black Folk Turn Em Into Bitchez And Niggas And Stupid Ass Jokes Laugh Wit Us Or Laughin At Us That Is What I'm Guessin We Interrupt This Program Wit That Question Laughin All The Way To The Bank Remember Dem Own The Banks And Dem G-Damn Tanks Now What Company Do I Thank Ain't This A Bitch Heard They Owned Slaves And A Ship That Sank If You Don't Own The Master Then The Master Own You Who Do You Trust From Swindler's Lust From The Back Of The Bus Neither One Of Us Control The Fate Of Our Soul And Swindler's Lust This Is For The Blues People In The Delta This Is For Everybody In The 50's That Didn't Get Their Money Little Richard Gettin Half A Penny A Penny All The Super Soul Singers Of The 60's All The Bands Of The 70's On The Outside Lookin In All The People That Didn't Make A Dime Off Their Session Playin And Even The Rappers In The 80's And The 90's Still Tryin To Get Paid For What They Put In If You Don't Own The Master Then The Master Own You Who Do You Trust From Swindler's Lust From The Back Of The Bus Neither One Of Us Control The Fate Of Our Soul And Swindler's Lust |
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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 - 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 He Got Game by Public Enemy [ost] (1999)
Yea, haha.
Oh, kick that shit G. Nuttin. Yea. Sold, black gold, one strong buck, To the Milwaukee Bucks, for a million bucks. Just get him off the streets so he don't get bucked. Super agent to the rescue so he won't get fucked. Uh. Run nigga run to the auction block. But you can't pledge alligence to the block. This buck here, is the right kinda stock. For sale for passin, the right kinda rock. Yo. Auctioneer Stern, to massive fuck. Can a nigga go home to where he used to walk? Come back, but super agent said, "You can't talk" I didn't know basketball had a bauk. Uh the Buck runs laps, while they run craniums. Players be drainin em, owners be claimin em. Super agents fraimin em and then nicknamin em. Drainin they ass, to pack them stadiums. Super agent (Super agent, where are you now?) Super agent (What a hell of a man) (Where you at?) Super agent (Super agent, where are you now?) Never flagrant (Big daddy moves). (Where you at?) Super agent (Super agent, where are you now?) Super agent, (Backstabbin) super agent, (Super agent, where are you now?) Never flagrant (Watch yo back) Let's get it on!! The players ear word for word verbatum. Super agent got him locked. Coaches be hatin him. Super agent wouldn't even come in my hood. If I had no skills, was wackin' no good. Uh, in my neck of the woods the leagues concrete. One can only dream about wood, yea. Feel the grain and let the bills get paid. Pay respect to the projects, And the half court rejects. Scholarships, save that college shit. Then championships, don't pay for the head trips. Can I get a chance if I dont sing or dance? Right about romance? Or wear short pants?-a |
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from He Got Game by Public Enemy [ost] (1999)
Virgin bitches With rockin' clitches Gettin' riches Snitchin' and trippin' your way into the here at The devil carried the cross to Christ On the back of a black angelic hood rat On an anti low jack crack hat I'm humble But I'll rumble With any given devil On any given level But must I put into effect And black caught ??? No don't test me Checks from the ass to the throne Grown, I'ma do it my way Oh, by the way, I don't play So what you say about this lost and found In lust but bound To get the stacks From the last sex acts Sack the Government tongue kissed the devils daughter And sent native daughters to the slaughter The last six chapters of an anti-nigga knock Entitled life in the fast lane Like death, in the last lane I live, until the day I die I live, until the day I cry I'm dead, the day I lie I'm not takin' pay off's And lay off's Knockin' G's off From the tip off Less academic callories Hope to make a high price salary I got 40 acres to comphiscate I got a mule that can't wait to ??? On who gets paid And who gets layed And who gets saved And who gets sprayed By burnt pale faces Fiends in high places Faces and faces chasin' traces and cases and cases of case suits Gettin' loot In a two piece multi national corporation noose Around the neck of his pops Got locked and dropped by a dirty cop Stop I got an attitude how do you figure Am I supposed to be a nigga Am I supposed to be a nigga Am I supposed to be a nigga Am I supposed to be a nigga |
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from He Got Game by Public Enemy [ost] (1999)
Virgin bitches
With rockin' clitches Gettin' riches Snitchin' and trippin' your way into the here at The devil carried the cross to Christ On the back of a black angelic hood rat On an anti low jack crack hat I'm humble But I'll rumble With any given devil On any given level But must I put into effect And black caught ??? No don't test me Checks from the ass to the throne Grown, I'ma do it my way Oh, by the way, I don't play So what you say about this lost and found In lust but bound To get the stacks From the last sex acts Sack the Government tongue kissed the devils daughter And sent native daughters to the slaughter The last six chapters of an anti-nigga knock Entitled life in the fast lane Like death, in the last lane I live, until the day I die I live, until the day I cry I'm dead, the day I lie I'm not takin' pay off's And lay off's Knockin' G's off From the tip off Less academic callories Hope to make a high price salary I got 40 acres to comphiscate I got a mule that can't wait to ??? On who gets paid And who gets layed And who gets saved And who gets sprayed By burnt pale faces Fiends in high places Faces and faces chasin' traces and cases and cases of case suits Gettin' loot In a two piece multi national corporation noose Around the neck of his pops Got locked and dropped by a dirty cop Stop I got an attitude how do you figure Am I supposed to be a nigga Am I supposed to be a nigga Am I supposed to be a nigga Am I supposed to be a nigga |
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from Public Enemy - 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 - 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 - Revolverlution (2002)
Uh! Backwards!
C'mon! C'mon! C'mon! Oh no, struck by greased lightning F'ed by the same last name, you know what? China ain't never givin back that goddamned plane Must got this whole nation trained on some kennel ration Refrain, the same train, full of cocaine, blows the brain Have you forgotten? I've been through the first term of rotten The father, the son and the holy Bush-shit we all in Don't look at me, I ain't callin for no assasination I'm just sayin, sayin Who voted for that asshole of your nation? Deja Bush, crushed by the headrush, when I wrote the bumrush Saw you salute to the then Vice Pres Who did what RayGun said And then became prez himself, went for delf Knee deep in his damned self Stuck in a three headed bucket, a trilateral Bush-shit Sorry ain't no better way of puttin it No you cannot freestyle this Cause you still ain't free If I fight for y'all then they get me How many o y'all is comin to get me? None! Cause it's easier to forget me Ain't that a Bush, son of a Bush is here all up in yo zone You ain't never heard so much soul to the bone I told y'all when the first Bush was tappin my telephone Spy vs. Spy, can't truss em, as you salute to the Illuminati Y'know what? Take yo ass to your one millionth party! He's the son of a Baaaaaad man The son of a bad He's the son of a Baaaaaad man Son of a bad Now here's the pitch Hiding inside certified genocide Ain't that a Bush, repeat ain't that a Bush? Out of nowhere headed to the hot house Killed 135 at the last count Texas Bounce! Texas Bounce! Cats in a cage got a ghost of a chance Of comin back from your whack-ass killin machine Son of a Bush, ain't that a son of a Bush Cats doin bids for the same Bush-shit that you did Serial killer kid, uhh! Serial killer kid Go on! He's the son of a Baaaaaad man The son of a bad He's the son of a Baaaaaad man Son of a bad the father, the son the father, the son the father, the son, and the holy Bush-shit The father The father Coke is the real thing Used to make you swing Used to be yo thing Daddy had you under his wing Uhh, son of a Bush Bringin kilos to fill up silos You probably sniffed piles Got inmates in Texas scrubbin tiles That shit is wild That shit is wild CIA child That shit is wild CIA child He's the son of a Baaaaaad man The son of a bad He's the son of a Baaaaaad man Son of a bad Son of a bad man |
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from Public Enemy - Greatest Misses (1994)
I testified My mama cried Black people died When the other man lied See the TV, listen to me double trouble I overhaul and I'm comin' From the lower level I'm takin' tabs Sho nuff stuff to grab Like shirts it hurts Wit a neck to wreck Took a poll 'cause our soul Took a toll From the education Of a TV station But look around Hear go the sound of the wreckin' ball Boom and Pound When I Shut 'em down 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 What I use in the battle for the mind I hit it hard Like it supposed Pullin' no blows to the nose Like uncle L said I'm rippin' up shows Then what it is Only 5 percent of the biz I'm addin' woes That's how da way it goes Then U think I rank never drank, point blank I own loans Suckers got me runnin' from the bank Civil liberty I can't see to pay a fee I never saw a way to pay a sap To read the law Then become a victim of a lawyer Don't know ya, never saw ya Tape cued Gettin' me sued Playin' games wit' my head What the judge said put me in the red Got me thinkin' 'bout a trigger to the lead No no My education mind say Suckers gonna pay Anyway There gonna be a day 'Cause the troop they roll in To posse up Whole from the ground Ready to go Throw another round Sick of the ride It's suicide For the other side of town When I find a way to shut 'em down Who count the money In da neigborhood But we spendin' money To no end lookin' for a friend In a war to the core Rippin' up the poor in da stores Till they get a brother Kickin' down doors Then I figure I kick it bigger Look 'em dead in the eye And they wince Defense is pressurized They don't want it to be Another racial attack In disguise so give some money back I like Nike but wait a minite The neighborhood supports so put some Money in it Corporations owe Dey gotta give up the dough To da town or else We gotta shut 'em down |
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from Public Enemy - Greatest Misses (1994)
I testified My mama cried Black people died When the other man lied See the TV, listen to me double trouble I overhaul and I'm comin' From the lower level I'm takin' tabs Sho nuff stuff to grab Like shirts it hurts Wit a neck to wreck Took a poll 'cause our soul Took a toll From the education Of a TV station But look around Hear go the sound of the wreckin' ball Boom and Pound When I Shut 'em down 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 What I use in the battle for the mind I hit it hard Like it supposed Pullin' no blows to the nose Like uncle L said I'm rippin' up shows Then what it is Only 5 percent of the biz I'm addin' woes That's how da way it goes Then U think I rank never drank, point blank I own loans Suckers got me runnin' from the bank Civil liberty I can't see to pay a fee I never saw a way to pay a sap To read the law Then become a victim of a lawyer Don't know ya, never saw ya Tape cued Gettin' me sued Playin' games wit' my head What the judge said put me in the red Got me thinkin' 'bout a trigger to the lead No no My education mind say Suckers gonna pay Anyway There gonna be a day 'Cause the troop they roll in To posse up Whole from the ground Ready to go Throw another round Sick of the ride It's suicide For the other side of town When I find a way to shut 'em down Who count the money In da neigborhood But we spendin' money To no end lookin' for a friend In a war to the core Rippin' up the poor in da stores Till they get a brother Kickin' down doors Then I figure I kick it bigger Look 'em dead in the eye And they wince Defense is pressurized They don't want it to be Another racial attack In disguise so give some money back I like Nike but wait a minite The neighborhood supports so put some Money in it Corporations owe Dey gotta give up the dough To da town or else We gotta shut 'em down |
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from Public Enemy - Revolverlution (2002)
I testified My mama cried Black people died When the other man lied See the TV, listen to me double trouble I overhaul and I'm comin' From the lower level I'm takin' tabs Sho nuff stuff to grab Like shirts it hurts Wit a neck to wreck Took a poll 'cause our soul Took a toll From the education Of a TV station But look around Hear go the sound of the wreckin' ball Boom and Pound When I Shut 'em down 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 What I use in the battle for the mind I hit it hard Like it supposed Pullin' no blows to the nose Like uncle L said I'm rippin' up shows Then what it is Only 5 percent of the biz I'm addin' woes That's how da way it goes Then U think I rank never drank, point blank I own loans Suckers got me runnin' from the bank Civil liberty I can't see to pay a fee I never saw a way to pay a sap To read the law Then become a victim of a lawyer Don't know ya, never saw ya Tape cued Gettin' me sued Playin' games wit' my head What the judge said put me in the red Got me thinkin' 'bout a trigger to the lead No no My education mind say Suckers gonna pay Anyway There gonna be a day 'Cause the troop they roll in To posse up Whole from the ground Ready to go Throw another round Sick of the ride It's suicide For the other side of town When I find a way to shut 'em down Who count the money In da neigborhood But we spendin' money To no end lookin' for a friend In a war to the core Rippin' up the poor in da stores Till they get a brother Kickin' down doors Then I figure I kick it bigger Look 'em dead in the eye And they wince Defense is pressurized They don't want it to be Another racial attack In disguise so give some money back I like Nike but wait a minite The neighborhood supports so put some Money in it Corporations owe Dey gotta give up the dough To da town or else We gotta shut 'em down |
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from Public Enemy - Apocolypse 91...The Enemy Strikes Back (1991)
I testified My mama cried Black people died When the other man lied See the TV, listen to me double trouble I overhaul and I'm comin' From the lower level I'm takin' tabs Sho nuff stuff to grab Like shirts it hurts Wit a neck to wreck Took a poll 'cause our soul Took a toll From the education Of a TV station But look around Hear go the sound of the wreckin' ball Boom and Pound When I Shut 'em down 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 What I use in the battle for the mind I hit it hard Like it supposed Pullin' no blows to the nose Like uncle L said I'm rippin' up shows Then what it is Only 5 percent of the biz I'm addin' woes That's how da way it goes Then U think I rank never drank, point blank I own loans Suckers got me runnin' from the bank Civil liberty I can't see to pay a fee I never saw a way to pay a sap To read the law Then become a victim of a lawyer Don't know ya, never saw ya Tape cued Gettin' me sued Playin' games wit' my head What the judge said put me in the red Got me thinkin' 'bout a trigger to the lead No no My education mind say Suckers gonna pay Anyway There gonna be a day 'Cause the troop they roll in To posse up Whole from the ground Ready to go Throw another round Sick of the ride It's suicide For the other side of town When I find a way to shut 'em down Who count the money In da neigborhood But we spendin' money To no end lookin' for a friend In a war to the core Rippin' up the poor in da stores Till they get a brother Kickin' down doors Then I figure I kick it bigger Look 'em dead in the eye And they wince Defense is pressurized They don't want it to be Another racial attack In disguise so give some money back I like Nike but wait a minite The neighborhood supports so put some Money in it Corporations owe Dey gotta give up the dough To da town or else We gotta shut 'em down |
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from Public Enemy - Yo! Bum Rush The Show (1999)
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 - Revolverlution (2002)
Hear the beat go
It's a bird, a plane, and the sound remains the same Brothas gotta rap Brothas gotta rap (Revolverlution) Brothas gotta rap (Hear the beat go, revolverlution) Here I am, Superman again Cause you know damn well I'll never be the man again Here I go, on upload, stand up and watch the game unfold 3 minutes to download Revolverlution, make your brains explode When understanding, knowledge, wisdom Love, elevation and and activism Let's call it raptivism Since a lot of MCs be stuck on isms As in sexism, self hate racism Why many cats end up stuck in prison Youth slavery is what you see and Is what you be mentality Beyond reality a fantasy But that fantasy is kilin me I don't give a damn if you bounce to this I don't give a damn if you shake to this But I give a damn that you overstand Revolverlution, the Rap Superman Brothas gotta rap Brothas gotta rap Brothas gotta rap Revolverlution, The final frontier And I'm outta here Have no fear some of these rhymes wear a cape But the record don't fit on a stack of Bushshit Sick and tired of bein sick and tired If what you want is what you need If you can see yourself beyond the weed Pappa bringin on a new breed of MCs You know what? Wooo wheee! Face it, tell me why ex-fans be hatin The present state of the hip hop nation Maybe it's your president of the corporation Is why we in this situation Some is dumb, double up the drums Hear the beat go.. Watch em all come Damn! Revolverlution You know who? The Rap Superman Brothas gotta rap Brothas gotta rap Brothas gotta rap Hear the beat go! Let the brothas rap! Let the brothas rap! Let the brothas rap! Double up the drums The Rap Superman, cut off the program Raised the whole fam Now that sounds hot, I stopped the robots Children of the gone who the grown forgot Lost and then found ex lovers of hip hop Who watched another artform gone to rot Beyond the bushes I save a lot Under the underground sound of hip hop And even if this joint gets hot You'll still never ever know what I got Revolverlution all up in this spot Now the rubber hits the road Broke the motherload Download! And hear the beat go... Hear the beat go! Hear the beat go! |
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from Public Enemy - Fear Of A Black Planet (1994)
Revolutionary Generation Shocklee - Sadler - Ridenhour I get down to what it is And if it ain't funky (see ya) People askin' me what's goin' on With my mind (Huh) wait a minute It's just a matter of race Cause a black male's in their face Step back for the new jack swing On the platter scatter huh We got our own thing Just jam to let the rhyth run Day to day, America eats it's young And defeats our women There is a gap so wide we all can swim in Drown in (uh get down) an get it Got it goin' on wit it Sister (hey) soul sister We goin' be all right It takes a man to take a stand Understand it takes a Woman to make a stronger man (As we both get strong) They'll call me a crazy Asiatic While I'm singin' a song Oh my god, oh my lord I can't hold back But I get exact on a track It's an eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth Forget about me Just set my sister free R-e-s-p-e-c-t my siters, not my enemy (Cause we'll be stronger together) And make the suckers say (Damn) this generation They don't know what we got goin' is (sound) To turn it all around To my sisters I communicate With the bass and tone Thru speakers and the microphone Cause I'm tired of America dissin' my sisters (For example, like they dissed Tawana) And they try to say she's a liar My people don't believe it But even now they're getting higher Of the feeling inspiration We must know that in this nation Every single generation (They teach us how to dis our sisters) Stange as you say, I say revolution Need for change brings on revolution The great book just look see solution God chooses who and what for the bruisin' There's been no justice for none Of my sisters Just us been the ones that's been missin' her Now we got to protect We get together and damn this generation I said so to what it is Where it is She needs a li'l respect There it is I say she needs a lotta Brother from a mother like me has gotta Give it up Give it now And pass it all around To my soul (sister) They disrespected mama and treated her like dirt America took her, reshaped her, raped her Nope, it never made the paper Beat us, mated us Made us attack our woman in black So I said sophisticated B, don't be one Not to head the warning crack of dawn Or is it the dawn of crack? Stop the talk they say, but We talk and say whats right or wrong Some say we wasting time singin' a song But why is it that we're many different shades Black woman's privacy invaded years and years You cannot count my mama's tears It's not the past but the future's What she fears Strong we be strong The next generation It's what not who we are facin' The fingers pointed to us in our direction The blind state of mind needs correction Word to the mother we tighten connection To be a man you need no election This generation generates a new attitude Sister to you we should not be rude So we come together And make 'em all say Damn this generation |
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from Public Enemy - 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 He Got Game by Public Enemy [ost] (1999)
Revelation, revelation...
(Flavor Flav) Yeah that's right, y'all better act like you know Shit is gettin critical (in all the nations) Shit is gettin crazy, that's right (all the lands) Y'all better listen yo shit is blazin G Shit is blazin, that's right, I'm tryin to let y'all know... Soldiers of the future We are approachin with to be Earth's last battle The war fever's on the rise The lives of many are in the hands of fate Armageddon is the destiny we await In the trenches of the ghettos we meditate Developin our defense, I'm gettin tense I hear the bombs of time tickin As the smoke of fear thickens in the air I cock my glock and give thanks For the peace that will exist, when this war is over Revolutions, revelations will be revealed Babylon has fallen, now time to build, labwars (Chuck D) When I spit at the government bombs like Saddam hit Make you flip to the music with your shit half-lit Harder than time and convicts Rhymes never be basic, afraid of the dark twenty-five to the L, no I just can't face it Need a mill for two passports and face-lifts Ain't tryin to see handcuffs and steel bracelets Twisted politics, high speed chases on the races, locked down places Prophet of rages, reincarnation as gauges set to show off in the blazes Revolution, revelation, resurrection stages Raw like wild dogs locked up in the cages And my brain cell with ice picks under the floor Plottin the war I'll sign a Shakur for sure Revisited, hear the shorties be quizzin it Geronimo Platt, politically incarcerated cats I dwell on all the black males doin time And got me wanderin who invented motherfuckin crime Goin in a tantrum lyrical fits Spread like cancer on tracks that hit Feel the pulse in the boom in the night song Rally up all the people like a Farrakhan Spittin words that'll send em back to Peningon Hittin cats in the head out in Lebanon Through the New World order I'ma carry on Hittin brothers with jewels they can grow on More than wack videos in a dance song If you don't believe it so long and so on So on, prove the player haters so wrong I don't care who the fuck is out there yeah My militant mind stay guerilla zone Shorties feelin me in the chest like a silicone Get ya home with a honeycomb Go to any Coast I'ma bet ya I'ma bust chrome Once again in Terrordome I'll show em My Mics come equipped with chips and fax modems Got the facts and rewrote them 2001, 2002, what's it gonna do? What's it gonna do, gonna do? (Chorus: Chuck D) Revelations 33 1/3 revolutions No solutions, labwars, bulletproofin Revelations 33 1/3 revolutions No solutions, labwars, bulletproofin Revelations 33 1/3 revolutions No solutions, labwars, bulletproofin Age was created in the lab Small pox created in the lab Beats too marks created on the AB The futuristic thinks, BIO pass In nine hundred and ninety eight we gonna take down the head of state and demonstrate non-stop resistance It is time, time for a drastic change. Time to retaliate and wake up I've had enough, enough of the lies enough of the destruction, information and corruption's. False religions, doctors and puddy compoundin and who gets in trouble? And I won't stop no, no No more violence, no, no, no more induses and no more two-face politicians who stab you in the back Plus, mother is too long and I'm densing. And I'll attack and I won't hold back I'm gonna trouble you, hold you and squeeze you until the truth is told You can keep your man-made diseases and your welfare reform, housing projects penitentiary, fake genitals that ain't never really included me Nothin can stop us, not even death (*echoes*) (Chorus: Chuck D) Revelations 33 1/3 revolutions No solutions, labwars, bulletproofin Revelations 33 1/3 revolutions No solutions, labwars, bulletproofin Revelations 33 1/3 revolutions No solutions, labwars, bulletproofin Revelations 33 1/3 revolutions No solutions, labwars, bulletproofin Revelations 33 1/3 revolutions No solutions, labwars, bulletproofin Revelations 33 1/3 revolutions No solutions, labwars, bulletproofin Revelations 33 1/3 revolutions No solutions, labwars... |
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from He Got Game by Public Enemy [ost] (1999)
The credit belongs to the Team who's in the arena Whose faces are marred by Dust, sweat and blood Who knows the great enthusiasm The great devotions and spends Themselves in a worthy cause Who at best if they win, know The thrills of high achievement And if they fail at least they Fail while daring greatly, so That their place shall never be With those cold and timid souls Who know neither victory Nor defeat... |
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from Public Enemy - Fear Of A Black Planet (1994)
Reggie Jax Shocklee - Sadler - Ridenhour I never tried to pretend to have an Accent that I never had So why don't you stay away awhile Come hear the freestyle The quicker the sticks With the guitar licks Complete the beat for your feet Check out the drum kick I'm here to live for the love of my people Kickin' it all about rebuildin' so all the children Avoid the self destruction So long I'm gonna do y'all a favor Cause I got the flavor yea Get low not high you can't deny Homeboys and girls you'll testify The p-e-f-u-n and the K will stay And make your body sway cause we got The funky beat on the street on your feet Can you feel the heat in your mind all the time You don't have to find the effect of the Rhythm an the funky rhyme on your body On your gear so have no fear in your hair Everywhere if you dare take this never Miss that funky list of super rockin' cuts That you can't resist on the move make ya Groove prove that we choose our cuts Make you strut and shake your but Bend your back get the knack of the Funk attack Yes, yes y'all take that |
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from Public Enemy - Apocolypse 91...The Enemy Strikes Back (1991)
When I get down
I give what go around And when I cough I do my best to cut it off I don't claim to be a preacher Not paid to be a teacher But I'm grown I try to be a leader to the bone Never could follow a man Wit' a bottle He's a baby wit' a beard Not a feared role model And they ask me where I got it I get it from my pops Wit' a man in the house All the bullshit stops Then I sing a song About what the hell is goin' wrong You never know If you only trust the TV and the radio These days You can't see who's in cahoots 'Cause now the KKK Wears three-piece suits It's like that y'all, it's like that y'all In fact you know it's like that y'all |
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from Public Enemy - It Takes a Nation Of Millions To Hold Us Back (1988)
Yes - the rhythm, the rebel
Without a pause - I'm lowering my level The hard rhymer - where you never been I'm in You want stylin' - you know it's time again D the enemy - tellin you to hear it They praised the music - this time they play the lyrics Some say no to the album, the show Bum rush the sound I made a year ago I guess you know - you guess I'm just a radical Not a sabbatical - yes to make it critical The only part your body should be parting to Panther power on the hour from the rebel to you Radio - suckers never play me On the mix - just O.K. me Now known and grown when they're clocking my zone it's known Snakin' and takin' everything that a brother owns Hard - my calling card Recorded and orderd - supporter of Chesimard Loud and proud kickin' live next poet supreme Loop a troop, bazooka, the scheme Flavor - a rebel in his own mind Supporter of my rhyme Designed to scatter a line of suckers who claim I do crime Terminator X From a rebel it's final on black vinyl Soul, rock and roll comin' like a rhino Tables turn - suckers burn to learn They can't dis-able the power of my label Def Jam - tells you who I am The enemy's public - they really give a damn Strong Island - where I got 'em wild and That's the reason they're claimin' that I'm violent Never silent - no dope gettin' dumb nope Claimin' where we get our rhythm from Number one - we hit ya and we give ya some No gun - and still never on the run You wanna be an S.1 - Griff will tell you when And then you'll come - you'll know what time it is Impeach the president - pullin' out the ray-gun Zap the next one - I could be you're Sho-gun Suckers - don't last a minute Soft and smooth - I ain't with it Hardcore - rawbone like a razor I'm like a lazer - I just won't graze ya Old enough to raise ya - so this will faze ya Get it right boy and maybe I will praise ya Playin' the role I got soul too Voice my opinion with volume Smooth - no what I am Rough - cause I'm the man No matter what the name - we're all the same Pieces in one big chess game Yeah - the voice of power Is in the house - go take a shower boy P.E. a group, a crew - not singular We were black Wranglers We're rap stranglers You can't angle us - I know you're listenin' I caught you pissin' in you're pants You're scared of us dissin' us The crowd is missin' us We're on a mission boy Terminator X Attitude - when I'm on fire Juice on the loose - electric wire Simple and plain - give me the lane I'll throw it down your throat like Barkley See the car keys - you'll never get these They belong to the 98 posse You want some more son - you wanna get some Rush the door on a store - pick up the album You know the rhythm, the rhyme plus the beat is designed So I can enter your mind - Boys Bring the noise - my time Step aside for the flex - Terminator X |
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from Grand Theft Auto [ost] (2004)
Yes - the rhythm, the rebel
Without a pause - I'm lowering my level The hard rhymer - where you never been I'm in You want stylin' - you know it's time again D the enemy - tellin you to hear it They praised the music - this time they play the lyrics Some say no to the album, the show Bum rush the sound I made a year ago I guess you know - you guess I'm just a radical Not a sabbatical - yes to make it critical The only part your body should be parting to Panther power on the hour from the rebel to you Radio - suckers never play me On the mix - just O.K. me Now known and grown when they're clocking my zone it's known Snakin' and takin' everything that a brother owns Hard - my calling card Recorded and orderd - supporter of Chesimard Loud and proud kickin' live next poet supreme Loop a troop, bazooka, the scheme Flavor - a rebel in his own mind Supporter of my rhyme Designed to scatter a line of suckers who claim I do crime Terminator X From a rebel it's final on black vinyl Soul, rock and roll comin' like a rhino Tables turn - suckers burn to learn They can't dis-able the power of my label Def Jam - tells you who I am The enemy's public - they really give a damn Strong Island - where I got 'em wild and That's the reason they're claimin' that I'm violent Never silent - no dope gettin' dumb nope Claimin' where we get our rhythm from Number one - we hit ya and we give ya some No gun - and still never on the run You wanna be an S.1 - Griff will tell you when And then you'll come - you'll know what time it is Impeach the president - pullin' out the ray-gun Zap the next one - I could be you're Sho-gun Suckers - don't last a minute Soft and smooth - I ain't with it Hardcore - rawbone like a razor I'm like a lazer - I just won't graze ya Old enough to raise ya - so this will faze ya Get it right boy and maybe I will praise ya Playin' the role I got soul too Voice my opinion with volume Smooth - no what I am Rough - cause I'm the man No matter what the name - we're all the same Pieces in one big chess game Yeah - the voice of power Is in the house - go take a shower boy P.E. a group, a crew - not singular We were black Wranglers We're rap stranglers You can't angle us - I know you're listenin' I caught you pissin' in you're pants You're scared of us dissin' us The crowd is missin' us We're on a mission boy Terminator X Attitude - when I'm on fire Juice on the loose - electric wire Simple and plain - give me the lane I'll throw it down your throat like Barkley See the car keys - you'll never get these They belong to the 98 posse You want some more son - you wanna get some Rush the door on a store - pick up the album You know the rhythm, the rhyme plus the beat is designed So I can enter your mind - Boys Bring the noise - my time Step aside for the flex - Terminator X |
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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 - 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 - 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 - Revolverlution (2002)
cant understand some of these
rhymin in circles now patroitic emcees on bent knees by six degrees lord have mercy even the voice of god rehearses attack of the 50 ft verses supermama this time around gotta few curses papa gotta new bag of cant get worse comes to worse cant get enough of tryin it sayin nothing goin noplace no time soon but buyin it like gettin in a car without drivin it still black rock the wax like stax i rip , i mix full screen like imax so i max relax off the deep end get deep in the record 100 beats per second cut down the like rhymes cause they get redundant refuse to stoop to stupid cause they dumbed it down like motown say it loud damn like im the new james brown uh put it up (repeat) rocked the concoction a potion of too much emotion uh,im a keep it in motion call it whatcha wanna bus stop ,lectric slide cha cha funky 16 corners hot like jill scotts blues but damn too old for 22s but i can still move groove lets roll you cant do your thing if your things the wrong thing tax the payers stack paper but you failed as an eighth grader dumb ass failed every math class plus i know this like otis i like to know are you ready for some super dynamite soul f -it thats how it gos? beyond the cornrows if i cant talk , get to steppin tougue can be a tool and weapon listen put it up (repeat) tycoons damn im tired of these coons rhymin in circles words can either help or hurt you or be neutral cats still might shoot you what suits you if you gots issues a thousand tatoos confused in 200 dollar gym shoes spendin more than u got 2002 blues give it up turn it loose aint no use rest of you screamin rescue me from the residue fast break 5s on 2 us against you so what you gonna do? put it up (repeat) |
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from Public Enemy - Yo! Bum Rush The Show (1999)
Yo Chuck, bust a move man I was on my way up here to the studio Ya know what I'm sayin' And this brother stop me and axe me Yo wassup with that brother Chuckie D, he swear he nice I said Yo the brother don't swear he's nice, he knows he's nice Ya know what I'm sayin' So Chuck, we gotta fill in You turn him into a Public Enemy man Now remeber that line you was kicking to me On the way out to LA ??? ??? ??? While we was in the car on our way to the Shot Well yo right now kick the bass for them brothers And let them know What goes on What goes on Well I'm all in - put it up on the board Another rapper shot down from the mouth that roared 1-2-3 down for the count The result of my s - oh yes, no doubt Cold rock rap - 49er supreme Is what I choose and I use I never lose to a team Cause I can can go solo - like a Tyson bolo Make the fly girls wanna have my photo Run in their room - hang it on the wall In remembrance that I rocked them all Suckers, ducks, ho-hum emcees You can't rock the kid - so go cut the cheese Take this application of rhymes like these My rap's red hot - 110 degrees So don't start bassin' I'll start placin' Bets on that you'll be disgracing You and your mind from a beatin' from my rhymes A time for a crime that I can't find I'll show you my gun - my Uzi weighs a ton Because I'm Public Enemy number one One One One One One One One You got no rap - but you want to battle It's like havin' a boat - but you got no paddle Cause I never pause - I say it because I don't break in stores - but I break all laws Written while sittin' - all fittin' not bitten Givin' me the juice that your not gettin' I'm not a law obeyer so you can tell your mayor I'm a non-stop, rhythm rock poetry sayer I'm the rhyme player - the ozone layer A battle what? Here's a bible start your prayer This word to the wise is justified If they ask you what happened just admit you lied You just got caught a - for going out of order And now you're servin' football teams their water You messed with the master, word to Chuck And I'll wax cold tax, made sure you got dome You just got dissed - all but dismissed Sucker duck emcees - you get me pissed It's no fun - being on the run Because they got me Public Enemy number one One - One - One One - One - One Don't you know, don't you know I got a posse over force to back me up Watch out, we got never the match Ambush attack on my back doubleteamin', get creamed So we have us ??? ??? Wanna hear it again We got a force - enemy down The L.I. circuit sound Ain't it Chuckie D, myself and KG Flavor, DJ Melody Oh yes, I presume it's the tunes that make us groom To make all the ladies swoom But it's also the words from outer region a goldboy session Kickin' like Bruce Lee's chinese connection On stereo - never ever ??? All wax - yes I'm talkin' about vinyl They said stop freeze I got froze up Because I'm Public Enemy number one One - One - One One - One - One One - One - One For all you suckers liars, your cheap amplifiers You crossed up wires are always starting fires You grown up criers now here's a pair of pliers Get a job like your mother I heard she fixes old dryers You have no desires - your father fixes tires You try to sell ya equipment but you get no buyers It's you they never hire you're never on flyers Cause you and your crew is only known as good triers Known as the poetic political al son I'm Public Enemy number one One - One - One One - One - One One - One - One Yeah, that's right Chuck man That's what you gotta do You gotta tell them just like that Ya know what I'm sayin' Cause yo man, let me tell you a little somethin' man These brothers runnin' around - hard headed Makin' a little jealous Ya know what I'm sayin' Just like that, ya know They try to bring you down with 'em But yo Chuck, you gotta let 'em know who's who in the world of beat You gotta let 'em know that this is the 80's And we can get all the ladies And in the backyard we got a fly Mercedes And that's the way the story goes That's just the way the story goes Let me tell you a little somethin' man |
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from Public Enemy - Bring That Beat Back (2006)
Yo Chuck, bust a move man
I was on my way up here to the studio Ya know what I'm sayin' And this brother stop me and axe me Yo wassup with that brother Chuckie D, he swear he nice I said Yo the brother don't swear he's nice, he knows he's nice Ya know what I'm sayin' So Chuck, we gotta fill in You turn him into a Public Enemy man Now remeber that line you was kicking to me On the way out to LA ??? ??? ??? While we was in the car on our way to the Shot Well yo right now kick the bass for them brothers And let them know What goes on What goes on Well I'm all in - put it up on the board Another rapper shot down from the mouth that roared 1-2-3 down for the count The result of my s - oh yes, no doubt Cold rock rap - 49er supreme Is what I choose and I use I never lose to a team Cause I can can go solo - like a Tyson bolo Make the fly girls wanna have my photo Run in their room - hang it on the wall In remembrance that I rocked them all Suckers, ducks, ho-hum emcees You can't rock the kid - so go cut the cheese Take this application of rhymes like these My rap's red hot - 110 degrees So don't start bassin' I'll start placin' Bets on that you'll be disgracing You and your mind from a beatin' from my rhymes A time for a crime that I can't find I'll show you my gun - my Uzi weighs a ton Because I'm Public Enemy number one One One One One One One One You got no rap - but you want to battle It's like havin' a boat - but you got no paddle Cause I never pause - I say it because I don't break in stores - but I break all laws Written while sittin' - all fittin' not bitten Givin' me the juice that your not gettin' I'm not a law obeyer so you can tell your mayor I'm a non-stop, rhythm rock poetry sayer I'm the rhyme player - the ozone layer A battle what? Here's a bible start your prayer This word to the wise is justified If they ask you what happened just admit you lied You just got caught a - for going out of order And now you're servin' football teams their water You messed with the master, word to Chuck And I'll wax cold tax, made sure you got dome You just got dissed - all but dismissed Sucker duck emcees - you get me pissed It's no fun - being on the run Because they got me Public Enemy number one One - One - One One - One - One Don't you know, don't you know I got a posse over force to back me up Watch out, we got never the match Ambush attack on my back doubleteamin', get creamed So we have us ??? ??? Wanna hear it again We got a force - enemy down The L.I. circuit sound Ain't it Chuckie D, myself and KG Flavor, DJ Melody Oh yes, I presume it's the tunes that make us groom To make all the ladies swoom But it's also the words from outer region a goldboy session Kickin' like Bruce Lee's chinese connection On stereo - never ever ??? All wax - yes I'm talkin' about vinyl They said stop freeze I got froze up Because I'm Public Enemy number one One - One - One One - One - One One - One - One For all you suckers liars, your cheap amplifiers You crossed up wires are always starting fires You grown up criers now here's a pair of pliers Get a job like your mother I heard she fixes old dryers You have no desires - your father fixes tires You try to sell ya equipment but you get no buyers It's you they never hire you're never on flyers Cause you and your crew is only known as good triers Known as the poetic political al son I'm Public Enemy number one One - One - One One - One - One One - One - One Yeah, that's right Chuck man That's what you gotta do You gotta tell them just like that Ya know what I'm sayin' Cause yo man, let me tell you a little somethin' man These brothers runnin' around - hard headed Makin' a little jealous Ya know what I'm sayin' Just like that, ya know They try to bring you down with 'em But yo Chuck, you gotta let 'em know who's who in the world of beat You gotta let 'em know that this is the 80's And we can get all the ladies And in the backyard we got a fly Mercedes And that's the way the story goes That's just the way the story goes Let me tell you a little somethin' man |
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from Public Enemy - Revolverlution (2002)
Ridenhour - Shocklee
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 lyrics - 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 (x7) 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 lyrical 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 - It Takes a Nation Of Millions To Hold Us Back (1988)
With vice I hold the mike device
With force I keep it away of course And I'm keepin' you from sleepin' And on stage I rage And I'm rollin' To the poor I pour in on in metaphors Not bluffin', it's nothin' That we ain't did before We played you stayed The p |
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from Public Enemy - 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 - Fear Of A Black Planet (1994)
Power To The People Shocklee - Sadler - Ridenhour And you thought the beat slowed down Power to the people Get on up, get into it, get involved Feel the bass as the cut revolves To the brothers wit the 808 Like I said before PE got a brand new funk Turn it up, boom the trunk, yeah Internationally known on the microphone Makin' sure the brothers will never leave you alone To my sisters Sisters yes we missed ya Let's get it together make a nation You can bet on it, don't sleep on it 'Cause the troops cold jeepin' it pumpin (Power to the people) Turn us loose we shall overcome They say where you get that bass from Hey ohh people, people as we continue on Come along, sings this song, are you ready for '91 Rhythm nation pump that bass an We like to know from Chicago, New York and LA Are y'all ready, cause the plans in the jam And we're ready to roll yo y'all got to tell me Are y'all read read to go c'mon (Power to the people) Had to kick it like that as we roll as one One under the sun, to all the cities and the side Stateside and the whole wide There it is P-e-a-c-e 1991 |
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from Public Enemy - Fear Of A Black Planet (1994)
Pollywanacraka Shocklee - Sadler - Ridenhour She wants a lover right now But not no brother Her man gotta have a lotta money To get under her cover Now she's a fine sister But up here she's missin' it She says she wanna learn about life No old black bull shit At the age of 15 a brother gave her a baby She's 19 now and it drover her crazy And now everytime She turns around All the people in the neighborhood Look and get mand and sing Meet Mr. Succesful I guess he's blessed yeah But he happens to be a brother Who only wants blue eyes and blonde hair Now this young mister He don't like sisters He couldn't find that special one He know why he missed her He says sisters wasn't good enuff They only wanted his green stuff That's why everytime he turned Around all the people In the neighborhood Looked and got mad And sang I try to tell my people There should not be any hatred For a brother or a sister Whose opposite race they've mated No man is God And God put us all here (yeah) But this system has no wisdom The devil split us in pairs And taught us White is good, Black is bad And Black and White is still too bad That's why everytime I turn around All the people in my neighborhood Look mad and sing.... |
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from He Got Game by Public Enemy [ost] (1999)
On the outs I lace up, the world I face up
To score on anybody, its war on everybody The new guys come in blood shot between the eyes As long as their sellin that merchandise And one what goes in don't come back The color may be green but its also black And red I know many heads that spent bloodshed Cursed in converses, dead in Pro Keds Now every Tom, Dick, Harry or Joe Smith Skip the spauldings, pony's, and k-swiss High school and college coaches gettin Kickbacks from scholarships and them slave ships Hey Dr. J where you got those moves Was it gettin high in the schools Can it be the shoes? Truth is truth, I tear the fuckin roof off the house Expose them foes with my mouth I see corporate hands up in foreign lands With the man behind the man gettin paid behind the man I hold the rocket stop the hand in my pocket 200 a pair but I'm addicted to the gear They'll make me do things on the court to amaze ya I heard they make em for a buck 8 in Asia They came a long way baby since Clyde Frazier had pumas, pullin mad consumers Them Filas I'm feelin but I cant touch the ceiling Them New Balance hits 120 million The last thing I need is Adidas terminatin my contract For wearing those old pair of wack Reebok low tops covered up by floppy socks Gave me a jump shot before I got jumped and shot Duckin a word from my sponsor Trying to end my year like Kwaanza Been paid since the 8th grade 11th grader, pop the champagne 12th grade start the campaign Gettin fame sign my name in the dotted frame Nike got me pullin re's and g's Shit, I can get shot for these Please god give me 20 more years on these knees To maintain without this game I gotta do keys And I don't wanna go there because its fuckin everywhere Factories wanna be me kids wanna see me Behind the wheels and endorsement deals Its the politics and the tricks behind the kicks |
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from Public Enemy - It Takes a Nation Of Millions To Hold Us Back (1988)
Party For Your Right To Fight
Ridenhour - Shocklee - Sadler Power, equality And we're out to get it I know some of you ain't wid it This party started right in '66 With a pro-Black radical mix Then at the hour of twelve Some force cut the power And emerged from hell It was your so called government That made this occur Like the grafted devils they were J. Edgar Hoover, and he coulda proved to you He had King and X set up Also the party with Newton, Cleaver and Seale He ended, so get up Time to get em back ( You got it ) Get back on the track ( You got it ) Word from the honorable Elijah Muhammed Know who you are to be Black To those that disagree it causes static For the original Black Asiatic man Cream of the earth And was here first And some devils prevent this from being known But you check out the books they own Even masons they know it But refuse to show it, yo But it's proven and fact And it takes a nation of millions to hold us back |
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from Public Enemy - Greatest Misses (1994)
Party For Your Right To Fight
Ridenhour - Shocklee - Sadler Power, equality And we're out to get it I know some of you ain't wid it This party started right in '66 With a pro-Black radical mix Then at the hour of twelve Some force cut the power And emerged from hell It was your so called government That made this occur Like the grafted devils they were J. Edgar Hoover, and he coulda proved to you He had King and X set up Also the party with Newton, Cleaver and Seale He ended, so get up Time to get em back ( You got it ) Get back on the track ( You got it ) Word from the honorable Elijah Muhammed Know who you are to be Black To those that disagree it causes static For the original Black Asiatic man Cream of the earth And was here first And some devils prevent this from being known But you check out the books they own Even masons they know it But refuse to show it, yo But it's proven and fact And it takes a nation of millions to hold us back |
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from Public Enemy - Greatest Misses (1994)
Party For Your Right To Fight
Ridenhour - Shocklee - Sadler Power, equality And we're out to get it I know some of you ain't wid it This party started right in '66 With a pro-Black radical mix Then at the hour of twelve Some force cut the power And emerged from hell It was your so called government That made this occur Like the grafted devils they were J. Edgar Hoover, and he coulda proved to you He had King and X set up Also the party with Newton, Cleaver and Seale He ended, so get up Time to get em back ( You got it ) Get back on the track ( You got it ) Word from the honorable Elijah Muhammed Know who you are to be Black To those that disagree it causes static For the original Black Asiatic man Cream of the earth And was here first And some devils prevent this from being known But you check out the books they own Even masons they know it But refuse to show it, yo But it's proven and fact And it takes a nation of millions to hold us back |
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from Public Enemy - Apocolypse 91...The Enemy Strikes Back (1991)
Nighttrain
Ridenhour - Robertz - Gary G-Wiz - The JBL - Depper Land of the free But the skin I'm in identifies me So the people around me Energize me Callin' all aboard this train ride Talkin' 'bout raw hardcore Leavin' frauds on the outside But the bad thing is anyone can ride the train And the reason For that is 'cause we look the same Lookin' all around at my so called friend Light skin to the brown The black Here we go again Homey over there knows Keith an But he be thiefin' I don't trust him Rather bust 'em Up out goes his hand and I cough He once stole from me Yeah I wanna cut it off The black thing is a ride I call the nighttrain It rides the good and the bad We call the monkey trained Trained to attack the black it's true 'Cause some of them look just like you Stayin' on the scene Sittin' on the train See all the faces Look about the same There go the sellout who's takin' a ride like Cargo 'Cause he deal The keys from Key Largo Runnin' Nat narcotic By George he got it Takin' makin' the G erotic And the fiends they scheme So he can put 'em down But his method is wreck 'em Put 'em in tha ground Got tha nerve as hell To yell brother man He ain't black man Known to murder his own Traitor on the phone Ridin' the train Self-hater trained To sell pain The master's toy Little boy Hard to avoid he look wit' it but he null 'n' void 'Cause he ridin' the train you think he down for the cause 'Cause his face looks just like yours More of the same insane who sayin' Like flowin' like nighttrain Runnin' the pain of the black reign You look, you laugh You doubt and go out And I'm gone But the bass goes on To talk the talk, but walk the walk The king of New York Crack a lack attack the black To crack the back Once again I test a friend wit' sincerity Or consider him an enemy Who am I to tell a lie Rather push da bush Hope da cracker get crushed I'm rollin' wit' rush Leader of the bum rush Russian I ain't Spreadin' like paint Lookin' at the put I got And its kickin' But it ain't chicken But it's livin' for a city So sick 'n' tired Of a scene buckwild, piled in a file Senile or chile They said it never been no worser Than this, I'm on the nighttrain They hope ya don't miss it Give ya what dey gotta give you just go You musn't just put your Trust in every brother yo Some don't give a damn 'Cause they the other man Worse than a bomb Posin' as Uncle Toms Disgracin' the race Blowin' up The whole crew Wit' some of them lookin' Just like you |
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from Stanley, Son of Theodore: Yet Another Alternative Music Sampler (1996)
Nighttrain
Ridenhour - Robertz - Gary G-Wiz - The JBL - Depper Land of the free But the skin I'm in identifies me So the people around me Energize me Callin' all aboard this train ride Talkin' 'bout raw hardcore Leavin' frauds on the outside But the bad thing is anyone can ride the train And the reason For that is 'cause we look the same Lookin' all around at my so called friend Light skin to the brown The black Here we go again Homey over there knows Keith an But he be thiefin' I don't trust him Rather bust 'em Up out goes his hand and I cough He once stole from me Yeah I wanna cut it off The black thing is a ride I call the nighttrain It rides the good and the bad We call the monkey trained Trained to attack the black it's true 'Cause some of them look just like you Stayin' on the scene Sittin' on the train See all the faces Look about the same There go the sellout who's takin' a ride like Cargo 'Cause he deal The keys from Key Largo Runnin' Nat narcotic By George he got it Takin' makin' the G erotic And the fiends they scheme So he can put 'em down But his method is wreck 'em Put 'em in tha ground Got tha nerve as hell To yell brother man He ain't black man Known to murder his own Traitor on the phone Ridin' the train Self-hater trained To sell pain The master's toy Little boy Hard to avoid he look wit' it but he null 'n' void 'Cause he ridin' the train you think he down for the cause 'Cause his face looks just like yours More of the same insane who sayin' Like flowin' like nighttrain Runnin' the pain of the black reign You look, you laugh You doubt and go out And I'm gone But the bass goes on To talk the talk, but walk the walk The king of New York Crack a lack attack the black To crack the back Once again I test a friend wit' sincerity Or consider him an enemy Who am I to tell a lie Rather push da bush Hope da cracker get crushed I'm rollin' wit' rush Leader of the bum rush Russian I ain't Spreadin' like paint Lookin' at the put I got And its kickin' But it ain't chicken But it's livin' for a city So sick 'n' tired Of a scene buckwild, piled in a file Senile or chile They said it never been no worser Than this, I'm on the nighttrain They hope ya don't miss it Give ya what dey gotta give you just go You musn't just put your Trust in every brother yo Some don't give a damn 'Cause they the other man Worse than a bomb Posin' as Uncle Toms Disgracin' the race Blowin' up The whole crew Wit' some of them lookin' Just like you |
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from Public Enemy - It Takes a Nation Of Millions To Hold Us Back (1988)
Night Of The Living Baseheads
Ridenhour - Shocklee - Sadler Here it is BAMMM And you say, Goddamn This is the dope jam But lets define the term called dope And you think it mean funky now, no Here is a true tale Of the ones that deal Are the ones that fail Yeah You can move if you wanna move What it prove It's here like the groove The problem is this - we gotta' fix it Check out the justice - and how they run it Sellin', smellin' Sniffin', riffin' And brothers try to get swift an' Sell to their own, rob a home While some shrivel to bone Like comatose walkin' around Please don't confuse this with the sound I'm talking about...BASS I put this together to... Rock the bells of those that Boost the dose Of lack a lack And those that sell to Black Shame on a brother when he dealin' The same block where my 98 be wheelin' And everybody know Another kilo From a corner from a brother to keep another - Below Stop illin' and killin' Stop grillin' Yo, black, yo (we are willin') 4, 5 o'clock in the mornin' Wait a minute y'all The fiends are fiendin' Day to day they say no other way This stuff... Is really bad I'm talkin' 'bout...BASS Yo, listen I see it on their faces (First come first serve basis) Standin' in line Checkin' the time Homeboys playin' the curb The same ones that used to do herb Now they're gone Passin' it on Poison attack - the Black word bond Daddy-O Once said to me He knew a brother who stayed all day in his jeep And at night he went to sleep And in the mornin' all he had was The sneakers on his feet The culprit used to jam and rock the mike, yo He stripped the jeep to fill his pipe And wander around to find a place Where they rocked to a different kind of...BASS |
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from Public Enemy - It Takes a Nation Of Millions To Hold Us Back (1988)
Night Of The Living Baseheads
Ridenhour - Shocklee - Sadler Here it is BAMMM And you say, Goddamn This is the dope jam But lets define the term called dope And you think it mean funky now, no Here is a true tale Of the ones that deal Are the ones that fail Yeah You can move if you wanna move What it prove It's here like the groove The problem is this - we gotta' fix it Check out the justice - and how they run it Sellin', smellin' Sniffin', riffin' And brothers try to get swift an' Sell to their own, rob a home While some shrivel to bone Like comatose walkin' around Please don't confuse this with the sound I'm talking about...BASS I put this together to... Rock the bells of those that Boost the dose Of lack a lack And those that sell to Black Shame on a brother when he dealin' The same block where my 98 be wheelin' And everybody know Another kilo From a corner from a brother to keep another - Below Stop illin' and killin' Stop grillin' Yo, black, yo (we are willin') 4, 5 o'clock in the mornin' Wait a minute y'all The fiends are fiendin' Day to day they say no other way This stuff... Is really bad I'm talkin' 'bout...BASS Yo, listen I see it on their faces (First come first serve basis) Standin' in line Checkin' the time Homeboys playin' the curb The same ones that used to do herb Now they're gone Passin' it on Poison attack - the Black word bond Daddy-O Once said to me He knew a brother who stayed all day in his jeep And at night he went to sleep And in the mornin' all he had was The sneakers on his feet The culprit used to jam and rock the mike, yo He stripped the jeep to fill his pipe And wander around to find a place Where they rocked to a different kind of...BASS |
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from Public Enemy - 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 - Apocolypse 91...The Enemy Strikes Back (1991)
Ridenhour - robertz - gary g-wiz - depper
(featuring sister souljah) Signed, sealed, delivered I b yours I pour it on the breaks Till it break laws Givin' the gabbin' So the brothers be havin' it Or else the five fingers of dope'll Be grabbin' it Wit' no complaints Givin' uppin' I ain't On the mike Like karl malone in the paint Why rip a rapper When he flow like water I rather rush a television reporter The frauds that tried to front Watch ya back Stop pullin' those lil' stunts Assault and battery 'cause I snatched the battery Off his back...the tv pack Why pop the rhyme On a rhymer when I kick it Rather spend my time, spittin' on a bigot Who pumped the pimp That fed the fiends He got jumped by the brothers in ft. green They slapped the mack That kept us back Sucker suckin' the hood like drack So if ya draggin' us down Wit' the wack attitude Get up, lookout, get out the way Move Signed Sealed Definition of a set-up Pourin' it on and won't let up 'cause f-a-l-l-i-n Never applied To this brother that tried To let ya know The folk of the american joke That kept us broke Now I'm ready to rap Strong fax I swing Like bo jax I'm never calm on a bomb track 60 percent 3/fifths Constituted Huh prostituted Why I'm mad 'cause it's written on the paper Right now Muther f--- bow Kicked The Lyric About The tricks Of the trade and the money made Who got the money betcha bottom Dollar bill Gonna find Some rich ol' bloodline But the blood is in the mud Take the whack an attack it Like a skud To the patriotic hater That got paid off my people I'm rude Lookout, get out the way Move Signed An what I'm gettin' is mine I bring the noise To town So let's get down I cranked the beats Tearin' up the street And the park An it ain't mozart Jack movin' out 'cause the black movin' in And it's old I said it in Who stole the soul? (listen) but 92 bring An attitude That say I don't give a F**k About the old way This is a new day Tell jack stay in the back And all the other Suckers That don't matter You got Somethin' to prove Scatter Get out the way Move! |
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from Public Enemy - Apocolypse 91...The Enemy Strikes Back (1991)
Yo yo yo gee, guess what happened
To the burned up hand that was clappin' Too good to be true Getting all the guys turn to get in doo-doo Took it all for granted Then life start turn to granted Having everything to having nothing Now this turkey ain't got no stuffing On the couch ill puffing To get you buffin', it's you they got cuffin Your family they did not believe me Till they heard it for themselves on TV I called the crib, the clock said seven More news at 11 Chrous: More news at 11 I was watching the TV screen Can't believe what I seen Three guys tried to rob a store Got more than what they bargained for They shot them right before my eyes All three just dropped like flies If they only thought before they did it Neither one of those three would have been with it As they fell to the floor and got rougher Now the family has got to suffer Pallbearers got to carry them While the family cry loud just to bury them Newscast and people were heavily amazed Flavor Flav just stared in a daze Eyewitness News - channel seven More news at 11 This is Harry Allen hip hop activist and media assassin with my co-anchor Flavor Flav for P.E. TV and by the way if you still think that they're that don't believe the hype |
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from Public Enemy - 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 - 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 - 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 - Revolverlution (2002)
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 |