PUBLIC ENEMY – Whole Lotta Love Goin On In The Middle Of Hell

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 aint 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 & get me…c’mon

PUBLIC ENEMY – What Side You On?

It’s overtime
So the lyric
They fear it
When they hear it
The flow
100 miles and runnin
Get near it
And go
Check it out
Go
To the race
Give the drummer a taste
The bass iz commin commin
Suckas runnin from it
Damn, why you call him
The man
Here I am scramm
Never ran
Never fight the black
From Iraq
Or Iran
Who bombed Japan
Blood on his hands
Part of a plan
He don’t really believe
In uhh! God damn

If it comes down to shuttin
Them down
I’m in the hood surrounded
Tell em I’m grounded
I’m on that psycho analytical
Tip if politics iz stickin to
The mix
Like tricks
I’m one more time givin time
Where the rhyme go
Elite to the street
To the brothas doin death row
So where ya at
If the beat ain’t fat
Say what

C’mon
And get some
Rattle rattle
Kiss and I hum
Come can you
Get it on the one
C’mon pick it up
pick it at
pack it at
pack it up
To the black
Who be talkin
Where they at
Where they at
Wicked wild
Feelin irie
Not sorry
Get it see it written down in a diary
Same say fuck all dat
Political shit
But wanna get paid when
Their brains in the second grade

Nowhere to run/here they come come
Nowhere to run/here they come come

I’m a fan first
I reverse another trick verse
To the point
Where I can rock dis funky joint
In the brain game, I’m keepin my head clear
In 33 years so what
I never had a beer
I don’t know what I’m missin
I’m not dissin
But I know I ain’t ass kissin
Time to draw the line
This time the rhyme
Got da good guy goin gettin da nine
Cause I know the hoody
Got it good wit the hitman
Can I get a hitman
Know I’m duckin nat quicksand
The funky automatic
Handlin static
Sellin out I ain’t good at it
& when I got bumbed
I’m gonna open up
Hitt em up stone to da bone
But it ain’t gotta be like that

And thats that
Can u tell me yall…what
All in wit the law
They fall in
The great white hole where they
Be sellin their soul
Never get enough
They be talkin dat roughneck shit
Be comin they quit
Fuck dat blood iz ticker
Than water shit
That shit iz counterfeit
Devil go where da shoe fit
Black mans law iz raw like Africa
You violate
Were comin after ya

They’re here

PUBLIC ENEMY – What Kind Of Power We Got?

Yo another day
Another 49 cents

Mr., Mr., why you always tryin to take all our money

Because I am the government
And you have to pay

Stop tryin to take our money

Yo, you gotta bust this
We want justice
From public enemy number one
To cant trust this

Like F Jim or Hyatt
Because we’re sick and fuckin tired
Of being mistreated by the undefeated
Power to the seat that cant be beat
Probably gone is the head that make Clinton defeat
Do all the talkin
Plus crooked walkin
Blind to the fact
That the enemy is stalking
Ways for days
Search United States quite
Were not a full power
Cause the racial riot
In my neighborhood
We attempt to kill each other
Politics said fuck power to the brother
Be strong be righteous
Don’t be no sinister
I got the word from bro. minister (minister)
Farrakhan speaks
And so does Muhammad
The days of Ramagon is
Protect you can harm it
My statement is the fact
To the highest degrees
Flavor works this style, yo cant touch me

What kind of power we got
Soul power [8X]

Bring it on (I know you got soul)

Goin on it get it
Gotta get it on
Goin on it get it
Gonna get it on [4X]

Yo, some seek stardom
And forgot all about Harlem
Yo, fugess
Rock the house!

Now I don’t know
But tell me what you gonna do
When the ending of time comes near
What ever you do
It’s gotta be funky
I am not tryin
To put your life in full of fear
By the favor skies
We are flying
Truth we be buying
To buy out all the lying
How you livin
Were you livin
Were you livin
It ain’t got to be like that
By doing the givin
It was your own choice
Scratched up your Rolls Royce
Every dum friend you had
Was glad to rejoice
And turned into a nut
Trying to make the pockets fatter
One shoot in the head
Everybody scatter
The worlds gonna
Catch on fire
A funeral buyer
Is a hard heads people desire
Every night you tryer
You turn into a cryer
Who was just in bed
Thinkin higher, higher
Friends will always move
Till you get the bob wire
Ever common law gets a flat tire

What kind a power we got
Soul power [4X]

What kind a power you got
Soul power [2X]

What kind a power we got
Soul power

Take me on

Goin on it get it
Gotta get it on
Goin on it get it
Gonna get in on [4X]

You check this out
My partner Chuck D
Got all the ozs of knowledge, wisdom and understanding
A, yo Chuck
Let ‘em know why you the
Prophet of rap
Kick that shit Chuck

Some people, people
Don’t like the way Flavor walk

Come on we want all the people to check it
Out and listen to it good listen to the man

That’s my partner partner

Some people, people
Don’t like the way the Flavor Flav talk

But ladies and gentlemen
I like for you to know
This my main man throwing down

What kind a power we got
Soul power
What kind a power you want now
Soul power
What kind a power need now
Soul power
What kind a power you got now
Soul power
Know you gots to have it
Soul power
I check the soul
And you want some
Soul power
What kind a power we got now
Soul power
Now I know you got soul ya’ll
Soul power
What kind a power we got ya’ll
Soul power

Yeah!!!!!

I know the Flava got soul
I know you gotta have soul
What kinda power you got ya’ll
What kinda power we need ya’ll
Of course I know you got Flava
And the Flava got soul
What kind a power we got
Soul power

No cursing
Only versing
And if it ain’t better
Then we make it worsen
All that!!!!

Rock the house ya’ll
Come on!

PUBLIC ENEMY – Thin Line Between Law And Rape

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 & 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

[Chorus]
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 & rape (scream)

You can’t take whatcha want
Don’t cha know
We ain’t got nuttin left
Cause you took the rest
We ain’t got jazz rock & 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

[Chorus 2X]

[Break]

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

[...Long pause]

And to hell with
Back in the days
Unless we go way back
To the black ways
Always
Watch your back
If ya crooked don’t front
You cant take whatcha want

[Chorus 2X]

We died on the line
We walk the fine line he talked a good line

PUBLIC ENEMY – Stop In The Name…

Full fledgin never sat on my legend
No shuffle or shoulder shruggin
Uncle Tommin nickel & dime rhymin
This renegade rippin
Rugged trax I love it
Sorta black owned
Like da Denver Nuggets
Pow pow
The original
Harder hitter
Iz 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 & 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 andidote, I hope they cope
To da rhythm I wrote
Pawns in da game
Goin down da drain
Final call to my race in pain

PUBLIC ENEMY – Shut Em Down

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

PUBLIC ENEMY – She Watch Channel Zero?!

The woman makes the men all pause
And if you got a woman
She might make you forget yours
There’s a 5 letter word
To describe her character
But her brains being washed by an actor
And every real man that tries to approach
Come the closer he comes
He gets dissed like a roach

[REFRAIN:]
I don’t think I can handle
She goes channel to channel
Cold lookin’ for that hero
She watch channel zero

[CHORUS:]
She watch, She watch [4x]
(Flavor [ad lib] )

2, 7, 5, 4, 8 she watched she said
All added up to zero
And nothing in her head
She turns and turns
And she hopes the soaps
Are for real – she learns
Is that it ain’t true, nope
But she won’t survive
And rather die and lie
Falls a fool – for some dude – on a tube

[REPEAT REFRAIN]

[CHORUS]

Trouble vision for a sister
Because I know she don’t know, I quote
Her brains retrained
By a 24 inch remote
Revolution a solution
For all our children
But all her children
Don’t mean as much as the show, I mean
Watch her worship the screen, and fiend
For a TV ad
And it just makes me mad

[REPEAT REFRAIN]

[CHORUS]

PUBLIC ENEMY – Reggie Jax

Runnin’ for your life, by the knife
Runnin’ from your wife … yipes
You should’ve stuck with home
Your mind to blow your dome
It was you that chose your due
You built a maze you can’t get through
I tried to help you all I can
Now I can’t do nuttin’ for you man

I can’t do nuttin’ for ya man
You got all these people on your back now
I can’t do nuttin’ for ya man
Flavor flav got problems of his own
I can’t do nuttin’ for you man

Go lean on shells answer man
I can’t do nuttin’ for ya man
You jumped out of the jelly into a jam

Make ya love the wrong instead of right
Not a thief cat burglar through the night
cop told your girl her name was Shirl
About a rooftop crime to steal her pearls
Oozy down the bullets in the gun

Just microwave themselves a ton
The you tried to help them all they can
But they couldn’t do nuttin’ for ya man

I can’t do nuttin’ for ya man
They couldn’t do nuttin’ for ya man

Flavor Flav is the sun
Public Enemy number one
Gotcha runnin’ from the gun (pow)
Of a brain that weighs a ton
Can’t face my facts that’s on the shelf
Cause you want a hand out for your wealth
Eatin’ welfare turkey out of the can
I can’t do nuttin’ for ya man

I can’t do nuttin’ for ya man
You want six dollars for what?
I can’t do nuttin’ for ya man
You better man kiss my but
I can’t do nuttin’ for ya man
I’m busy tryin’ to do for me
I can’t do nuttin’ for ya man
That’s the way the ball bounces gee

Bass for your face, kick that shit

PUBLIC ENEMY – Rebel Without A Pause

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 OK 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
PE 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

PUBLIC ENEMY – Public Enemy Service Announcement #1

Check this out
This is Chuck D of Public Enemy

And this is Flavor Flav, boy

Yeah
And if you want to fight the power
You have to be the power
Strengthen the mind
And bury the weapons that you need to win
Stay in school and stay away from drugs

That’s right
If you don’t wanna be a goner
Stay away from the drugs on the corner

Public Enemy salutes the youth of today
You are the power of tomorrow, boy

PUBLIC ENEMY – Politics Of The Sneaker Pimps

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

PUBLIC ENEMY – Night Of The Living Basheads

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

PUBLIC ENEMY – Move

Signed, sealed, delivered IB 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 fallin
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 Fuck 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 its old
I said it in
Who Stole The Soul?
[Listen] but 92 bring
An attitude
That say I don’t give a
Fuck
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!

PUBLIC ENEMY – I Shall Not Be Moved

Say what you oughta
World outta order
Paid the cost father time ain’t never lost
The boss
Yall ain’t heard it
I work it
The senior circuit
See some quit it
Cuz they don’t get it
Fire music
My aim is
Forget what my name is
Yeah I ain’t famous to be famous
Remember troy davis
Beware
Clive davis
Swarming to your art form
Cuz there’s a party goin on
Hotel motel I’m goin in
Don’t care what they spent
Cant prevent the event
Some run to it
Shun from it
Been through it
Still rock to it
I sue ive been sued dude
With this news fit to spit
And the beat goes on

[Break]

Never bitter but better
Backed by the fact
All I got is my word
The new curse word is black
Say the test
Is being at your best
The curse
Is livin at your worst
Crawling like a maggot outta they mind
Faster than a go go 45
Shit is live, survive
High with out a gottdamn reason why basketball wives
Ain’t really wives
Birds droppin out ff the sky
And yall google why?

[Chorus]
I shall not be moved

[Bridge]
Feel the people
Heal the people
Need the people
So heed the people
Help the homeless
Underfed
Revolution
Stop the feds
Leavin people
Left for dead
Wheres your groove?
Check your heads
I shall not not be moved
I shall not be moved
Uh come on.

Drive by trucker I play it loud motherfucker
Use it don’t abuse it the voice gets rougher
Shout my vocals I salute all the locals
Slept on kept them out of radio focus
Hocus pocus spooks sitting by the sound
Corporations dictate what goin down
Local acts I got your back
Underground make em run till its dark
Run em out of town
They got me started where I start?
Cause I do it to support the art
What good is learnin from some record
When yall only listen to 15 seconds?

PUBLIC ENEMY – How To Kill A Radio Consultant

Pusher of the button
Talkin’ loud ain’t sayin’ nuttin’
The mack of the format gettin’ fat
Ain’t funny ’cause my neighborhood
Is flowin’ money
Thank God 4 the boulevard
They keep the motor runnin’
The rap shows coincide wit’ the tape flow
Bootleggers go inside and record the record low
They get me, get this now can you freestyle
Freestyle no styles free except da radio
But the radio controlled by the sucker move
Who moved away got away after plannin’ a getaway
An now he wanna play what he wanna play
An got say on what is bumpin’ of course he’s gettin’ somethin’
Never know what’s good to tha neighborhood
Swear I never seen da sucker
In my necka da woods
The ass is connected to the brain stem
So I sing a simple song
So you can see the sucker in ‘em

People got to make a call
To hear the yes y’all (yes y’all)
While the phone keep ringin’
You hear some singer singin’

Why don’t dey play the jammy in the daytime
People think it’s slammin’ plus the rhyme
Is hot an got me tunin’
The afternoon is FM in the PM
Oh if that they could see ‘im
Out-of-towner not down I think they’ll dis him
Up goes the season, pop goes the weasel
Damn gimme rap no band I want some x-clan
I know dey even got it from the giddy
Stacked in the back
Only black radio station in the city
Programmed by a sucker in a suit
Slick back hair he don’t even live here
Raps the number one pick so I draft it
I don’t care about all the other demographics
When the quiet storm come on I fall sleep
What dey need is Arbitron on the funky jeep
Too bad it’s goin’ on in fact my word is bond
To pull a disappearin’ act attack until he gone
The whacker jam he play they pay I’m in da day
I don’t think we gonna miss ‘im we don’t need ‘im anyway

Can I kick it
Who the hell is on the radio
Or who’s behind
Do you really think they’ll mind
To play the funky jams
That everybody wit’
Some Def Jef or Ice T
Show they rollin’ wit’ the syndicate
Or can dey get funky
Wit’ the underground
Master ace get a taste
Bomb squad gettin’ hard
Marley marl makin’ hipper
Trax for Jack The Ripper
Pumpin’ Eric B or Papa San
Still rollin’ wit’ run
Did you think that ever
In fact you thought that never
Control of your soul
Is by a suit and tie
Then U wonder why why U never hear a rhyme
I say we do ‘im
Till it’s done

PUBLIC ENEMY – House Of The Rising Son

Look around
What do you see
Can you see what I can see
Hard to live without we
Catchin hell without he
Phenomenons, phenoms and prodigys – huh
20,000 maniacs just gotta be
Human highlight flicks
They wanna be
Hobbys turned to robberys
They killin me
The gun didn’t know I was loaded
Devil attempts to get heroes railroaded
Stole the ball from lost souls
For whom the final bell tolls
Confused wit moses in street clothes
I suppose he the one wit cornrows
Blessed to do this
Outside jay
Do you know the way to the aba

One on one
He just begun

Come to the house
Of the rising son

I ain’t one of these
Programmed cats
Just off the black
Where the shot clock at
Don’t back me if I come
Wit milky raps
Smack me if I rhyme on
Silky tracks
Takes a nation to get back – huh
Mike sometimes the opposite
Of watcha like
I’m tired of taps within
Sometimes your brain’s your cell
Prisons the skin you in
Gettin change beyond the point
Blank range
Combined wit the cross it’s gettin over strange
Here comes the son
But who’s gonna stop
The rain

PUBLIC ENEMY – Here I Go

Here I go, I don’t give a damn if you wit me
Stupidity, shit I’m the reverse of jiggy
All that prettiness running on empty
Only wusses need pity, no I ain’t from the city
5 minutes of fame if you don’t know my name
Oh yeah, I’m that field nigga they all fear
Here’s a madd salute to all my troops
Fuck a lawyer and the law and all them suits
I spits and I vomit cause I come like a comet
Better quit it if yall don’t know what yall gettin from it
Just forget it if you wit it, that racket runnin it
Come on come with it, I think I’ll fit it
Go to war but what the hell I’m fightin for
As I soar yeah baby I like it raw
No cigar, I ran over the pop star wit my car,
Again and may the best jam win…

Here I go — there you go

Bingo, it don’t matter if this platter’s a single
Needin needles like the beatles needin ringo
From the beginnin I told you how to see thru the linen
All that talk but that’s the way
The side walks in new york
I simplify cause you might be high
Rip shit in the pit so what you don’t like it
This is man shit a hip hop trip
On that aggressive tip but rap got pussy whipped
Got out psyched down on that turnpike
I knew this philly who just wouldn’t get right
Cause I was aware as a square in delaware
Execs writing checks for sex in spandex
Radios gettin sucked by labels under the table
Mix dj’s gettin overpaid for airplay
Try to shut me down like ray, what I say?
Fuck your friends and may the best jam win

Here I go — there you go

Mirror mirror I’m finger pointin at the man
It is i, I interrupt the program
Chuck d rubberneckin with the fans
Pe don’t give a damn about uncle sam
And on and on like I said before
Some, the 100 meter dash, I’m the marathon
Against the grain comin like a train
As you listen to the sounds that remains insane
One on one and it’s just begun
To get out the ghetto and get something done
To be the man you gotta beat the man
Don’t confuse me with being dumb or bubble gum
And I’ll be here as you disappear
And I’ll be around amongst the crowd
Cause anything I wear is a step on down
That’s how I’ve always been
And may the best jam win…

PUBLIC ENEMY – Godd Complexx

Are you ready?
Uptown, on the corner, uptown
Uptown on the corner, uptown
I turn around and hear the sound of voices talkin bout who’s
goin to die next
Cause the white man’s got a God complex
Tellin niggas screamin for help (help me, help me, help me, help me)
Nigga go make your own help
Shit you need it
I turn around and hear the sound of jukeboxes playin in bars
Pimps parked outside in big pretty Flavor Flav cars
Cleaner than a broke dick dog
Sittin in a big fine frog
Dressed very fine and fly in their Calvin Kani
No matter how you flex
Yo Jim
They’ll die next
Cause the white man’s got a God complex
Uptown on the corner, uptown [X4]
Hey brother what you sport my man
I got just the thing for you
Only cause you’re 10 and 2
What ya gonna do baby
I got black ones
Brown ones
Red ones
Yellow ones
I even got a white one
If you want to buy some
Yeah
That’s right
2 5 8 play it straight
Got it all worked out
I know what I’m talkin bout
Yo I been readin my dream books
So I ain’t no way the kid is gonna get took
Nigga what you mean
I didn’t hit
Nigga
You full of shit
Nigga
Lick the ice (uh)
Now 7
Come on be nice and hit 11
Well what do you know
It’s lil Joe
Ey my man
Got twenty dollars eh lil Joe don’t blow
Ah baby needs a new pair of shoes
Ah pappas got the funky blues
Ah mamma plays the crosswords in the news
Sorry nigga you lose
The line forms to the rear lady muther fuck your welfare check
Cause the white man’s got a God complex
Uptown on the corner [X4]
Mr. Stein elevating a friend
But is proud to be mine
But you just want to cheat me cause I ain’t your kind
Damn
I’m so poor
I don’t know what the hell I’ma do anymore
Not from this day to the next
Cause the white man’s got a God complex
[vamp out]

PUBLIC ENEMY feat. True Mathematics – Get The Fck Outta Dodge

[CHUCK D:]
I was wheelin’
Wit’ the boom in the back
The treble was level
I like it like that
I was rolly-roll-a-roll rollin’
5-o looked and said hold it
And I stopped still
I never got ill
‘Cause my license was clean an I showed
A peace powwow
Instead of pow pow
I’m straight up and I’m straight
So how you like me now
But I know how you do
You’re straight from Babylon
But I know how you do
You’re straight from Babylon
They said turn it down
‘Cause it’s a new law
You never seen us before
But we’re raw like a war
They warned me once
They warned me twice
So I knew I was warned
They had it goin’ on
I got the fuck outta Dodge
Wit’ my Bronco
60 miles per hour
50 miles to go
And I be pumpin’ the sound
Drownin’ out the cars
Which tape should I rock
LL’s or RA’s
I’m in the streets of New York
(Go away)
So I pop in my Kool G Rap ‘n’ Polo tape
And they was at it again
Sirens in the air
Ahhh shit
So I’m outta here
But the blue in the front
Called the blue in the back
They cut me off
Stopped me dead in my tracks
But this is minimal
I’m not a criminal
I always did what I did
Because I’m not a kid
But they looked me down
They stared me down
Told me what I did
I ain’t wit’ it
‘Cause word around town was a stickup
Yeah, yeah, yeah
B-boy niga in a pickup
But I was jeepin’ and creepin’
Just a keepin’ it down, sound
Here we go the run around
Blamin’ me for the hardcore roar
But they the ones wit’ the 44′s
So I’m coolin’
I know the beat is rulin’
Too loud for the crowd
The bass is large yeah
So I’ll get the fuck outta Dodge
That’s right y’all, el commando
El commando you’re in demand-o

[SGT HAWKES:]
Sgt. Hawkes and I’m down wit’ the cop scene
I’m a rookie and I’m rollin’ wit’ a swat team
Packin’ a nine can’t wait to use it
Crooked cop yeah that’s my music
Up against the wall don’t gimme no lip son
A bank is robbed and you fit the description
And I ain’t your mama and I ain’t your pops
Keep your music down or you might get shot
This is a warning so watch your tail
Or I’m a have to put your ass in jail
I’m the police and I’m in charge
You don’t like it get the fuck outta Dodge

PUBLIC ENEMY – Fight The Power

1989 the number another summer (get down)
Sound of the funky drummer
Music hittin’ your heart cause I know you got sould
(Brothers and sisters, hey)
Listen if you’re missin’ y’all
Swingin’ while I’m singin’
Givin’ whatcha gettin’
Knowin’ what I know
While the Black bands sweatin’
And the rhythm rhymes rollin’
Got to give us what we want
Gotta give us what we need
Our freedom of speech is freedom or death
We got to fight the powers that be
Lemme hear you say
Fight the power

[Chorus]

As the rhythm designed to bounce
What counts is that the rhymes
Designed to fill your mind
Now that you’ve realized the prides arrived
We got to pump the stuff to make us tough
from the heart
It’s a start, a work of art
To revolutionize make a change nothin’s strange
People, people we are the same
No we’re not the same
Cause we don’t know the game
What we need is awareness, we can’t get careless
You say what is this?
My beloved lets get down to business
Mental self defensive fitness
(Yo) bum rush the show
You gotta go for what you know
Make everybody see, in order to fight the powers that be
Lemme hear you say…
Fight the Power

[Chorus]

Elvis was a hero to most
But he never meant shit to me you see
Straight up racist that sucker was
Simple and plain
Mother fuck him and John Wayne
Cause I’m Black and I’m proud
I’m ready and hyped plus I’m amped
Most of my heroes don’t appear on no stamps
Sample a look back you look and find
Nothing but rednecks for 400 years if you check
Don’t worry be happy
Was a number one jam
Damn if I say it you can slap me right here
(Get it) lets get this party started right
Right on, c’mon
What we got to say
Power to the people no delay
To make everybody see
In order to fight the powers that be

(Fight the Power)