PUBLIC ENEMY – Crayola

Stax of wax 55 high fulla tracks
New cats jackin beats from way back
Pay for play only way to get them platinum plaques
Clear the racks jobbers slobbin you for tax
Robbery and snobbery
Shit is killin me softly wit that same damn song
Makin folk dumber in the summer
A bummer when they shot willie in that hummer
Keep it simple stupid means numbers
Payola dough white owned black radio
Runnin on empty help go the desperado
So I bomb the toms and negros who pray to cash flow
No info to the masses as they shake their asses
No clue but I can’t get my shit up in to you

Crayola with that same same ol shit
Crayola with that played playa shit
Crayola with that kid crayon shit
Crayola with them ol spray on hits

All fucked up ways must fall
Now the industry can’t stop me
A vendetta to make the whole game better
They get the cheddar
All I got is a fuckin letter
What I owe? What am I
Another number and a ho, they don’t know
Time to see em go like dominoes
About time cause they endorsed the crime up in the rhyme
Got these new souls controlled goin outta their mind
Missed what I said cause they don’t even own their own heads
Go one go all I forgot they made robots outta some of yall
Today all fucked up ways must fall
Today is up against the wall
Misled in the head fucked by quiet storms and love songs
Noddin heads too hollow forgotten tomorrow
Swallowing all that shit that’s shallow
Give the baby anything the baby wants
But that’s how them bastards get us up in them caskets
Try to get me where they want me
Before some of them jump me
Go tell em I’m a start a rebellion
Educate the felons easy on yeah
Tell em what the fuck am I yellin
No tellin you got them artists and artificials
If it ain’t right I don’t give a damn if it’s sellin
Recruits chasin and racin for that loot
Usin usual drum loops so I salute my troops
I don’t socialize or mingle, fuck the promotionals
And you know what and that g-damn single
And the marketing team for that matter
It don’t matter
Dj’s gettin dimes for time on a platter
I ain’t gotta be high to jack so I hijack
Fm – radio – eff em turn it around muthafucka
Gods to niggas, queens to bitches
Race against time see em all runnin for the riches
Everything had its chance last dance
Some things change like them weather forecasts
Ha funny how shit don’t last

Crayola with that same same ol shit
Crayola with that played playa shit
Crayola with that kid crayon shit
Crayola with them ol spray on hits

PUBLIC ENEMY – Cold Lampin’ With Flavor

Um lampin, um lampin, um cole cole lampin
I got loowies boy, um not trampin
I just came from Da-crib ya know
Um on da go-throw ya tank into metro
Live lyrics from the bank of reality
I kick da flyest dope maneuver technicality
To a dope track, you wanna hike git out ya backpack
Um in my Flav-mobile cole lampin
I took dis g upstate cole lampin
Ta da poke-a-nose, we call da hide-a-ways
A pack of franks and a big bag of Frito Lays

Flavor-Flav on a hype tip
Um ya hype drink, come take a big sip
Um in position, you can’t play me out da pocket
I’ll take da dopest beat yougot and I’ll rock-it
Like chocolate, even vanilla – chocolate, strawberry, saperella
Flavors are electric – try me – get a shock-a
Didn’t I tell you to leave Flavor Flav alone knock-a
A clock on my chest proves I don’t fess
I’m a clock-a, rock-a rockin’ wit-da-rest
Flavor in da house by Chuck-D’s side
Chuck got da Flavor-Flav don’t hide
PE crazy, Crazy PE – makin’ crazy loowies for the shoppin spree

Ya eatin death cause ya like gittin dirt from da graveyard – ya put gravy on it
Den ya pick ya teeth with tomb stone chips
And casket cover clips – dead women hips ya do da bump with – bones
Nutin but love bones
Lifestyles of the Live-en-dead
First ya live den ya dead – died trying ta clock what I said
Now I got a murder rap cause I bust ya cap with Flavor – pure Flavor
We got Magnum Brown, Shoothki – Valoothki
Super-calafraga-hestik-alagoothki
You could put dat in ya don’t know what I said book
Took-look-yuk-duk-wuk
Shinavative ill factors by da Flavor Flav
Come an ride da Flavor wave
In any year on any givin day
What a brova know – what do Flavor say
Why do dis record play dat way
Prime time merrily in da day
Right now dis radio station is busy – brainknowledgeably wizzy
Honey drippers, you say you got it
You ain’t got no flavor and I can prove it
Flavor Flav the flav all of flavors
Onion an garlic french fried potatas
Make ya breath stink, breath fire
Makes any onion da best crier

I know it sounds crazy but it fits perfect
Peter perfect pimped a perfect Peter
Honey dripper – sucker sipper – big dipper – sucker dipper
Drippin suckers like its goin out-a-style
Creatin flavors for da Flavor Flav pile
Lampin booyee madina style

Kickin da flavor gittin busy
Ya goin ouut, I think ya dizzy
I think ya hungry, cause ya starvin fa Flavor
Flavor most, put it on toast
Eat it-en taste it en swallow it down
Imperial Flavor gives you da crown
Of the king called Flavor, da king of all flavors
Rolls an rolls an rolls life savers
Flavor Flav is in everything ya eat cause everything ya eat got flavor
Flavor Flav is da first taste ya git in da mornin – ya breakfast is da flavor
In between dat ta lunch – in between dat dinner – in between dat ta midnight flavor
Yeah, das right I got somethin fa all da fandangoes of damangoes of da fandangoes of da mangoes

PUBLIC ENEMY – Can’t Do Nuttin’ For Ya Man

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 – By The Time I Get To Arizona

I’m countin’ down to the day deservin’
Fittin’ for a king
I’m waitin’ for the time when I can
Get to Arizona
‘Cause my money’s spent on
The goddamn rent
Neither party is mine not the
Jackass or the elephant
20.000 nig niggy nigas in the corner
Of the cell block but they come
From California
Population none in the desert and sun
Wit’ a gun cracker
Runnin’ things under his thumb
Starin’ hard at the postcards
Isn’t it odd and unique?
Seein’ people smile wild in the heat
120 degree
‘Cause I wanna be free
What’s a smilin’ fact
When the whole state’s racist
Why want a holiday Fuck it ’cause I wanna
So what if I celebrate it standin’ on a corner
I ain’t drinkin’ no 40
IB thinkin’ time wit’ a nine
Until we get some land
Call me the trigger man
Looki lookin’ for the governor
Huh he ain’t lovin’ ya
But here to trouble ya
He’s rubbin’ ya wrong
Get the point come along

An he can get to the joint
I urinated on the state
While I was kickin’ this song
Yeah, he appear to be fair
The cracker over there
He try to keep it yesteryear
The good ol’ days
The same ol’ ways
That kept us dyin’
Yes, you me myself and I’ndeed
What he need is a nosebleed
Read between the lines
Then you see the lie
Politically planned
But understand that’s all she wrote
When we see the real side
That hide behind the vote
They can’t understand why he the man
I’m singin’ ’bout a king
They don’t like it
When I decide to mike it
Wait I’m waitin’ for the date
For the man who demands respect
‘Cause he was great c’mon
I’m on the one mission
To get a politician
To honor or he’s a gonner
By the time I get to Arizona

I got 25 days to do it
If a wall in the sky
Just watch me go thru it
‘Cause I gotta do what I gotta do
PE number one
Gets the job done
When it’s done and over
Was because I drove’er
Thru all the static
Not stick but automatic
That’s the way it is
He gotta get his
Talin’ MLK
Gonna find a way
Make the state pay
Lookin’ for the day
Hard as it seems
This ain’t no damn dream
Gotta know what I mean
It’s team against team
Catch the light beam
So I pray
I pray everyday
I do and praise jah the maker
Lookin’ for culture
I got but not here
From jah maker
Pushin’ and shakin’ the structure
Bringin’ down the babylon
Hearin’ the sucker
That make it hard for the brown
The hard Boulova
I need now
More than ever now
Who’s sittin’ on my freedah’
Opressor people beater
Piece of the pick
We picked a piece
Of land that we deservin’ now
Reparation a piece of the nation
And damn he got the nerve
Another nigga they say and classify
We want too much
My peep plus the whole nine is mine
Don’t think I even double dutch
Here’s a brother my attitude hit ‘em
Hang ‘em high
Blowin’ up the 90s started tickin’ 86
When the blind get a mind
Better start and earn while we sing it
Now
There will be the day we know those down and who will go

PUBLIC ENEMY – Party For Your Right To Fight

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

PUBLIC ENEMY – Bring The Noise

Too black, too strong
Too black, too strong

[Flavor Flav:]
Yo, Chuck
These alley trippers are still frontin’ on us
Show ‘em that we can do this
‘Cause we always knew this, ha ha
Yeah, boy!

[Chuck D.:]
Bass! How low can you go?
Death row, what a brother know
Once again, back is the incredible
rhyme animal, the incredible

D, Public Enemy number one
“Five-O” said, “Freeze!” and I got numb
Can I tell ‘em that I really never had a gun?
But it’s the wax that the Terminator X spun

Now they got me in a cell
‘Cause my records, they sell
‘Cause a brother like me said, Well
Farrakhan’s a prophet and I think you ought to listen to
What he can say to you” What you ought to do

Is follow for now, power of the people, say,
“Make a miracle, D, pump the lyrical”
Black is back, all in, We’re gonna win
Check it out

[Flavor Flav:]
Yeah, y’all, c’mon

[Chuck D.:]
Here we go again

Turn it up! Bring the noise!
Turn it up! Bring the noise!

[Flavor Flav:]
Hey yo, Chuck, they’re sayin’ we too black, man
Yo, I don’t understand what they’re saying
But little do they know they can get a smack for that, man

[Chuck D.:]
Never badder than bad ’cause the brother is madder than mad
At the fact that’s corrupt like a senator
Soul on a roll, but you treat it like soap on a rope
‘Cause the beats in the lines are so dope

Listen for lessons I’m saying inside music
That the critics are all blasting me for
They’ll never care for the brothers and sisters
Now across the country has us up for the war

We got to demonstrate, come on now
They’re gonna have to wait ’til we get it right
Radio stations, I question their blackness
They call themselves black, but we’ll see if they’ll play this

Turn it up! Bring the noise!
Turn it up! Bring the noise!

[Flavor Flav:]
Hey yo, Chuck, they’re illin’, we chillin’
Yo, PE in the house, top billing
Yo, Chuck, show ‘em what you can do, boy

[Chuck D.:]
Get from in front of me, the crowd runs to me
My DJ is warm, he’s X, I call him Norm, y’know
He can cut a record from side to side
So what, the ride, the glide should be much safer than a suicide

Soul control, beat is the father of your rock’n'roll
Music for whatcha, for whichin’, you call a band, man
Makin’ a music, abuse it, but you can’t do it, y’know
You call ‘em demos

[Flavor Flav:]
But we ride limos, too

[Chuck D.:]
Whatcha gonna do? Rap is not afraid of you
Beat is for Sonny Bono

[Flavor Flav:]
Beat is for Yoko Ono

[Chuck D.:]
Run-DMC first said a DJ could be a band
Stand on its own feet, get you out your seat

Beat is for Eric B. and LL, as well, hell
Wax is for Anthrax, still it can rock bells
Ever forever, universal, it will sell
Time for me to exit, Terminator X it

Turn it up! Bring the noise!
Turn it up! Bring the noise!

[Flavor Flav:]
Yo, they should know by now that they can’t stop this [?]
Word up, better keep tellin’ me to turn it down
But yo, Flavor Flav ain’t going out like that

Come on
Come on
Come on, now
Come on

[Chuck D.:]
From coast to coast, so used to being like a comatose
Stand, my man, the beat’s the same with a boast toast
Rock with some pizzazz, it will last. Why you ask?
Roll with the rock stars, still never get accepted as

We got to plead the Fifth, you can investigate
Don’t need to wait, get the record straight
Hey, posse in effect, got Flavor, Terminator
X to sign checks, play to get paid

You got to check it out down on the avenue
A magazine or two is dissing me and dissing you
Yeah, I’m telling you…

[Flavor Flav:]
Hey yo, Griff, [?] the S1W
We got to handle this
We ain’t goin’ out like that
Yo man, straight up on the Columbo tip
We can do this, like Brutus
‘Cause we always knew this
You know what I’m sayin’
There’s just one thing that puzzles me, my brother
What’s wrong with all these people around here, man…

PUBLIC ENEMY – Bring Tha Noize

Bass! How low can you go?
Death row what a brother knows
Once again, back is the incredible
The rhyme animal
The incredible D. Public Enemy number one
Five-O said “Freeze!” and I got numb
Can’t I tell ‘em that I really never had a gun?
But it’s the wax that the Terminator X spun
Now they got me in a cell ’cause my records they sell
‘Cause a brother like me said “Well
Farrakhan’s a prophet and I think you ought to listen to
What he can say to you, what you ought to do”
Follow for now, power to the people say,
“Make a miracle. D, pump the lyrical”
Black is back, all in, we’re gonna win
Check it out, yeah y’all, here we go again

[Chorus:]
Turn it up! Bring tha noize!

Never badder than bad ’cause the brother is madder than mad
At the fact that’s corrupt as a senator
Soul on a roll, but you treat it like soap on a rope
‘Cause the beats in the lines are so dope
Listen for lessons I’m saying inside music that the critics are blasting me for
They’ll never care for the brothers and sisters now across the
country has us up for the war

We got to demonstrate, come on now, they’re gonna have to wait
Till we get it right
Radio Stations I question their blackness
They call themselves black, but we’ll see if they play this

[Chorus]

Get from in front of me, the crowd runs to me
My deejay is warm, he’s X, I call him Norm, ya know
He can cut a record from side to side
So what, the ride, the glide should be much safer than a suicide
Soul control, beat is the father of your rock’n'roll
Music for whatcha, for whichin’, you call a band, man
Makin’ a music, abuse it, but you can’t do it, ya know
You call ‘em demos, but we ride limos, too
Whatcha gonna do? Rap is not afraid of you
Beat is for Sonny Bono, beat is for Yoko Ono
Run DMC first said a deejay could be a band
Stand on its feet, get you out your seat
Beat is for Eric B, and LL as well, hell
Wax is for Anthrax, still it can rock bells
Ever forever, universal, it will sell
Time for me to exit, Terminator X-it

[Chorus]

From coast to coast, so you stop being like a comatose
‘Stand, my man? The beat’s the same with a boast dose
Rock with some pizzazz, it will last why you ask?
Roll with the rock stars, still never get accepted as
We got to pleed the fifth, we can investigate
Don’t need to wait, get the record straight
Hey, posse’s in effect, got the Flavor Terminator
X to sign checks, play to get paid
We got to check it out down on the avenue
A magazine or two is dissing me and dissing you
Yeah, I’m telling you

PUBLIC ENEMY – Black Steel In The Hour Of Chaos

I got a letter from the government
The other day
I opened and read it
It said they were suckers
They wanted me for their army or whatever
Picture me given’ a damn – I said never
Here is a land that never gave a damn
About a brother like me and myself
Because they never did
I wasn’t wit’ it, but just that very minute…
It occured to me
The suckers had authority
Cold sweatin’ as I dwell in my cell
How long has it been?
They got me sittin’ in the state pen
I gotta get out – but that thought was thought before
I contemplated a plan on the cell floor
I’m not a fugitive on the run
But a brother like me begun – to be another one
Public enemy servin’ time – they drew the line y’all
To criticize me some crime – never the less
They could not understand that I’m a Black man
And I could never be a veteran
On the strength, the situation’s unreal
I got a raw deal, so I’m goin’ for the steel

They got me rottin’ in the time that I’m servin’
Tellin’ you what happened the same time they’re throwin’
4 of us packed in a cell like slaves – oh well
The same motherfucker got us livin’ is his hell
You have to realize – what its a form of slavery
Organized under a swarm of devils
Straight up – word’em up on the level
The reasons are several, most of them federal
Here is my plan anyway and I say
I got gusto, but only some I can trust – yo
Some do a bid from 1 to 10
And I never did, and plus I never been
I’m on a tier where no tears should ever fall
Cell block and locked – I never clock it y’all
‘Cause time and time again time
They got me servin’ to those and to them
I’m not a citizen
But ever when I catch a CO
Sleepin’ on the job – my plan is on go-ahead
On the strength, I’ma tell you the deal
I got nothin’ to lose
‘Cause I’m goin’ for the steel

You know I caught a CO
Fallin’ asleep on death row
I grabbed his gun – then he did what I said so
And everyman’s got served
Along with the time they served
Decency was deserved
To understand my demands
I gave a warnin’ – I wanted the governor, y’all
And plus the warden to know
That I was innocent -
Because I’m militant
Posing a threat, you bet it’s fuckin’ up the government
My plan said I had to get out and break north
Just like with Oliver’s neck
I had to get off – my boys had the feds in check
They couldn’t do nuthin’
We had a force to instigate a prison riot
This is what it takes for peace
So I just took the piece
Black for Black inside time to cut the leash
Freedom to get out – to the ghetto – no sell out
6 C-Os we got we ought to put their head out
But I’ll give ‘em a chance, cause I’m civilized
As for the rest of the world, they can’t realize
A cell is hell – I’m a rebel so I rebel
Between bars, got me thinkin’ like an animal
Got a woman CO to call me a copter
She tried to get away, and I popped her
Twice, right
Now who wanna get nice?
I had 6 C-Os, now it’s 5 to go
And I’m serious – call me delirious
But I’m still a captive
I gotta rap this
Time to break as time grows intense
I got the steel in my right hand
Now I’m lookin’ for the fence

I ventured into the courtyard
Followed by 52 brothers
Bruised, battered, and scarred but hard
Goin’ out with a bang
Ready to bang out
But power from the sky
And from the tower shots rang out
A high number of dose – yes
And some came close
Figure I trigger my steel
Stand and hold my post
This is what I mean – an anti-nigger machine
If I come out alive and then they won’t – come clean
And then I threw up my steel bullets – flew up
Blew up, who shot…
What, who, the bazooka was who
And to my rescue, it was the S1Ws
Secured my getaway, so I just gotaway
The joint broke, from the black smoke
Then they saw it was rougher thatn the average bluffer
‘Cause the steel was black, the attitude exact
Now the chase is on tellin’ you to c’mon
53 brothers on the run, and we are gone

PUBLIC ENEMY – Bedlam 13:13

Huffed and he puffed
Huffed and he puffed
Blew tha house down
Now how dat sound
Never no never
Give up gotta gotta live up
To my name
Triple double in da rap game

Cause I ain’t goin niggatronic
Smart e nuff to know I ain’t bionic
Wit my main man Harry
Not Connick
Rather rap my black as of
Getcha hooked on phonics

Good e nuff to know no endo
Thru it out tha window
Along wit tha Super Nintendo

I’m a strict daddy
Got dat right
God damn right
But have a good time/Dyn-o-mite
Its just that I don’t talk
That same ol crap (shit)
Cause papa got a brand new
Bag fulla rap (hitz)

The world don’t work no more no more
The world wont work no more
Ain’t gonna woek no more no more

My main knick knack paddy wack
C’mon & give a damn
Confrontational man
Iz what I am
Iz what I am
I’m tearin down da house that Jack built
Cause he killt whoever he wanted & hunted
And tax the backs of the environment macks
Who plan in da silence of the skams
A world dat wont work
No more/no more

Mother earth gets treated like a whore
And he doeth great wonders
So that he maketh fire come
Down from heaven on the earth
In sight of men

Toms to the left of me
Bombin to the right
World good night
He got destruction
In his appetite

On a platter a planet
To him it doesn’t matter
3-2 at the plate
Up go the greedy batter

Environmental alarm
To all not some
Good God
Cause we don’t get two of em

I was told that oil & water don’t mix
But the new world order
Got a disorder
& so I diss
Cuss my disgust
If I must
One earth is da birth outta all of us
And so I diss
After the math
Disaster wit a European autograph

Gonna be bedlam
If he spread em
Da trigga is cocked
Nowhere to flock

Gonna be bedlam
If he spread em
Pass da word
F what you heard

Gonna be bedlam
If he spread em
Glock is cocked
Now drop da props
Gonna be bedlam
If we spread em
The day the whole world couldn’t do it

Repent
Oh no!
Check the preacher what he spent
One way ticket to God to fix scars
Woman & man runnin the land sea & air poor
Do we all go the way of the dinosaur? or
To hell & back attack
The new clear fog got us sniffin like
Atomic dogs
Pocket fulla pimp daddy moves
Put a code on a can
Whatta hell of a man, shootin
Trigga pollution, planet prostitution
Uprootin da third
We go to the way of the bird
Can’t do whatcha want to da place
Don’t waste my place
Where you from?
We only got one

PUBLIC ENEMY – A Letter To The New York Post

Come and get your New York Post
New York Post right here
Come on y’all
Get the bost stubost stubost
Coasta coasta New York Post
Yo New York Post don’t brag or boast
Dissin’ flavor when he’s butter that you put on your toast
Put my address in the paper cause I smacked that girl
She’s the mother of my kid’s that I took around the world
Disagreements having scuffles when you share upon
You shouldn’t try to drain subjects in a duck pond
If you’re gonna tell a story about people’s worries
Watch what you tell ‘em cause they don’t bring you glory
It only brings agony, ask James Cagney
He beat up on a guy when he found he was a fagney
Cagney is a favorite he is my boy
He don’t jive around he’s a real McCoy
Chuck D yeah, you tellin’ Flav we got to let ‘em know
Here’s a letter to the New York Post
The worst piece of paper on the east coast
Matter of fact the whole state’s forty cents
in New York City fifty cents elsewhere
It makes no goddamn sense at all
America’s oldest continuously published daily piece of bullshit
Flavor Flav is the one that makes The Post money
Writers making violence in headlines funny
Tryin’ to undress my past until it’s naked
Post got Flavor from sellin’ no records
Europe Asia to the street of New York
Flavor Flav known for his finesse talk
Do it to ya for The Post to employ me
New York Post can’t destroy me
Rapper of Public Enemy, rapstar beats lover
With the headline of a fucked up cover
Out the pot took plate New York Post
get your story straight motherfucker
It always seem they make our neighborhood look bad
Here’s a letter to the New York Post
Ain’t worth the paper it’s printed on
Founded in 1801 by Alexander Hamilton
That is 190 years continuous of fucked up news
Yo one can play the game, two can play the game
Yo Flav read on can’t forget you either Jet
Flavor Flav is your best Jet yet
My own people own the most business
Write on faith of value’sness
Should have checked with me before you wrote it
Got it from another source and quote it
Put it out like the new year bull drop
In every beauty parlor and barber shop
Flavor Flav world renown
Can’t keep a man like Flavor down
Yo Jet be a good host
Don’t print bull like the New York Post
Augh, looks like somebody slipped up here
Anyway here’s a letter to the New York Post
Black newspaper and magazines are supposed to get the real deal
from the source y’all
Sorry, Jet you took the info straight out of The Post
Burned us just like toast
When it comes to getting you facts straight about PE
Get your shit correct

PUBLIC ENEMY – Ain’tnuttin Buttersong

We got so much soul
You can damn near see it
Spinnin on a 45
I’ve come to the conclusion
Clear the confusion
My point is to rock
Dis funky joint
Don’t you know
I got tangled
In the star spangled banner
In the middle of Alabama
Or was it Tennesee or Arkansas
New York & Cali got the same
Amount of race rallys
I know they wanna hang me
Straight around the neck
So I’m knockin off the hand checks
So you can
When I say what it is
It ain’t nutting but a song

Krackas, killas, kidnappas
KKK tryes to blame it on the rappers
They dont count the ones
That bounce to the 40 ounce
Or the runts dat get stunted
By the bluntz
This time I’m gonna take it down the line
To the ones that are ready
They be holdin it steady
When a song so wrong
So many be singin it
Strangled tangled
Caught in a spangled
Banner got em on dat camera
Stars I’m seein from
A beatdown in a slamma
O cay can you see
But you cant
Uncle Sammy wears the pants
Toms his bitch
When he’s swingin a switch
Rather stick da poor up
And give it to da rich
I always thought dat power
Was to the people, we the people
O say can I see we ain’t people

When I pledge allegiance
I shoulda got a sticka
1st grade/2nd grade
I shoulda just kicked a
Verse in the middle of class
Instead of singin bout bombs
Like a dumb ass
Land of the free
Home of the brave
And hell with us nigas we slaves
That shoulda been the last line
Of a song that’s wrong form to get
So when everybody stand
I sit

The red is for blood shed
The blue is for the sad ass songs
We be singin in church while white mans heaven is black mans hell
The stars what we way when we
Got our ass beat
Stripes whip marks in our backs
White is for the obvious
Ain’t no black in that flag

PUBLIC ENEMY – 911 Is A Joke

Hit me
Going, going, gone
Now I dialed 911 a long time ago
Don’t you see how late they’re reactin’
They only come and they come when they wanna
So get the morgue embalm the goner
They don’t care ’cause they stay paid anyway
They teach ya like an ace they can’t be betrayed
I know you stumble with no use people
If your life is on the line they you’re dead today
Late comings with the late comin’ stretcher
That’s a body bag in disguise y’all betcha
I call ‘em body snatchers quick they come to fetch ya?
With an autopsy ambulance just to dissect ya
They are the kings ’cause they swing amputation
Lose your arms, your legs to them it’s compilation
I can prove it to you watch the rotation
It all adds up to a funky situation
So get up get, get get down
911 is a joke in yo town
Get up, get, get, get down
Late 911 wears the late crown

911 is a joke

Everyday they don’t never come correct
You can ask my man right here with the broken neck
He’s a witness to the job never bein’ done
He would’ve been in full in 8 9-11
Was a joke ’cause they always jokin’
They the token to your life when it’s croakin’
They need to be in a pawn shop on a
911 is a joke we don’t want ‘em
I call a cab ’cause a cab will come quicker
The doctors huddle up and call a flea flicker
The reason that I say that ’cause they
Flick you off like fleas
They be laughin’ at ya while you’re crawlin’ on your knees
And to the strength so go the length
Thinkin’ you are first when you really are tenth
You better wake up and smell the real flavor
Cause 911 is a fake life saver

So get up, get, get get down
911 is a joke in yo town
Get up, get, get, get down
Late 911 wears the late crown

Ow, ow 911 is a joke

PUBLIC ENEMY – Broke Diva

Tried to boss me
Tried to out outfloss me
I just don’t need her
Broke diva

It ain’t cheaper to keep her
Should I love her or leave her
I just don’t need
Another broke diva

See I work
She don’t work
But shes first to curse
Whit sht don’t work
I take my ass around the earth
So she can spend my money first
Ok?
I forgot how we became 2 people
A couple
Damn sure not financially equal
She lost me
When it started to cost me
Lost me
She tried to out floss me

Yall should hear her
Always I the mirror
You should see her
Some of yall wish you can be her
Getting up in the afternoon
While the whole world

2-3oclock
I been up and down the block
Gotta tell this woman to bounce
Buying these designer tags she cant pronounce
With my bank account
Down and out
She ain’t even got the nerve to keep count

Hard odd
Got
Jacked up credit cards

Exotic cars
With notes paid off
From my checks she wrote
I hope she know
I ain’t no casino
I got a job and you gotta go
Don’t get it twisted
If you trying to get famous
For being famous I missed it
You still want me to kick out;
I just did baby
You out