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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

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

Треклист:
01 - Lost At Birth
02 - Rebirth
03 - Nighttrain
04 - Can’t Truss It
05 - I Don’t Wanna Be Called Yo Niga
06 - How To Kill A Radio Consultant
07 - By The Time I Get To Arizona

So here we go y'all
Little by little you know
We got the power
And the knowledge to move 'em
And still rock
A super song for the 'cause so
Feel the load on your brain for the episode
And we just begun, it's number one y'all

verse1

FULL BLOWN
RAP ROCK AND ROLL
WHATEVER HAPPENED TO SOLID GOLD?
AINT LIKE IT CANT AND WONT GET SOLD
SOLD BY THE SAME CATS
STOLE YO SOUL

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 I tell 'em that I really never had a gun?
But it's the wax that the Terminator X spun

[Intro: Sister Souljah]
This is Sister Souljah
Public Enemy, Security of the First World, and all allied forces
Are traveling west to head off a white supremacy scheming
To destroy the national celebration of Martin Luther Kings birthday
Public Enemy believes that the powers that be in the states of New Hampshire and Arizona have found psychological discomfort in paying tribute to a black man who tried to teach white people the meaning of civilization. Good luck brothers, show 'em what you got

[Verse 1]

Bass in your face
Not an eight track
Gettin' it good to the wood
So the people
Give you some a dat
Reactin' to the fax
That I kick and it stick
And it stay around

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

Back
Caught you lookin' for the same thing
It's a new thing, check out this I bring
Uh Oh the roll below the level
'Cause I'm livin' low next to the bass, c'mon
Turn up the radio
They claim that I'm a criminal
By now I wonder how

Треклист:
01 - Contract On The World Love Jam (Instrumental)
02 - Brothers Gonna Work It Out
03 - 911 Is A Joke
04 - Incident At 66.6 FM (Instrumental)
05 - Welcome To The Terrordome
06 - Meet The G That Killed Me
07 - Pollywanacraka

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

Right about now NWA court is in full effect.
Judge Dre presiding in the case of NWA versus the police department.
Prosecuting attourneys are MC Ren Ice Cube and Eazy muthafuckin E.
Order order order. Ice Cube take the muthafuckin stand.
Do you swear to tell the truth the whole truth
and nothin but the truth so help your black ass?

Why don't you tell everybody what the fuck you gotta say?

[Intro: Flava Flav]
Hey yo, Chuck, yo the world if sleepin', G
We got to wake everybody up yo
Hey yo, it's goin' down, baby
Let everybody know how it's goin' down, baby

[Verse 1: Chuck D]
The way this goes down is simple, from this day forth

This song don't give a damn
If the rhymes don't fit, if the DJ quit
This song don't give a damn
If you can't sing or dance to it
Can't romance to it this song ain't arrogant
If you don't try it, buy it
If your radio denies it
Don't care 'bout what who got

Gary g-wiz - ridenhour - studdah man - isbell - thomas

[flavor flav vocals in these brackets]
{crowd chant vocals in these brackets

Intro: chuck d, flavor flav

Aight {aight, aight, aight {aight, aight {aight

[Flavor Flav - Intro]
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, I got a feelin you turnin him into a Public Enemy, man

Reach uppity reach gotta reach
Power to the people & the beats
Some people accuse some people of crimes
Some people get away wit' losin' my rhyme
They don't like where I'm comin' from
So dey play dumb
Dumb diggetty dumbb diggetty dumb
But I'm tellin' you what they do

If man is the father of the son
Is the center of the earth
In the middle of the universe
Then why is this verse coming
Six times rehearsed
Don't freestyle much so
I write em like such
Amongst the fiends

Ridenhour - k. shocklee - gary g-wiz
I remember when us blacks
Were on our backs
Across tracks
Where we live
Now we packin' in cadillacs
Or pontiac if you know
What I'm sayin'

[Chorus]
You got the mic
People
So called street cred
The radio
The tv
The world wide web
But we cant do nothing with what you said

Yo! ho! yo nigga! yo nigga! no nigga!

Check it out!

How can you say to me yo my nigga
Cursin' up a storm with your finger on a trigger
Feelin' all the girls like a big gold digger
Take a small problem

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

I see I`m peeking out ready to rumble
So now I`m speaking out
Against those
That flip the way the story goes
One never knows
Who be flippin the script
Whatever the traitors name
My aim is dunk em like

Треклист:
01 - Countdown To Armageddon
02 - Bring The Noise
03 - Don't Believe The Hype
04 - Cold Lampin' With Flavor
05 - Terminator X To The Edge Of Panic
06 - Mind Terrorist
07 - Louder Than A Bomb

ITS BEEN A LONG AND WHINING ROAD
EVEN THOUGH TIME KEEPS A CHANGIN
IMA BRING IT ALL BACK HOME
I BEEN TOLD I SPIT LYRICS WIT POLITICS
WHY WOULDNT I?
SAYS NEGRO ON MY BIRTH CERTIFICATE

BORN IN 1960 IN A NATION

Told Ya Buffalo Soldier
Fell To The Ground Like Folgers
Couldn’t Hold The Boulder
Fancy Dancer Paralyzed For An Answer
In The Hip Hop Game But The Rap Got Cancer
Tumors Poppin From The Middle Of Rumors
Generation X Be The End Of Baby Boomers
Is The Next Generation Headed For Doom

I'm cold gettin' busy while I'm shakin' you down
I'm on the air, you're on the ground
Chuck D, the enemy, words you heed
Build for speed, but what you need is
Funky fresh lyrics fallin' down on time
Your enemy poppin' it, droppin' a dime
Comin' back rockin' a tomahawk jam
And still gettin' fly with the mike in my hand

[Paris]
Ain't that a bitch, I heard somebody think
Rap is dead cause people runnin out of shit to say
So ridiculous and so absurd
I was almost at a loss for words, then I started to serve
Off the line of the Enemy's mind
Back in 2005 droppin hammers without the time
Bring the ruckus from the booth to the hood

Step back, get away, give the brother some room
You got to turn me up when the beat goes boom
Lyric to lyric, line to line
Then you'll understand my reputation for rhyme
Cause my rhyme reputation depends on what
Style of record my DJ cuts
His slice, dice, super mix so nice
So bad, you won't dispute the price

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

Here it is
Bam!
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

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 eight oh eight
Like I said before PE got a brand new funk
Turn it up, boom the trunk, yeah
Internationally known on the microphone

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

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'

Tonight I can't sleep
I just stare at the wall
Rest in peace to Blackat, yeah, I miss ya dog
Rest in peace to Blackat, yeah, I miss ya dog
Tonight I can't sleep
I just stare at the wall
Rest in peace to Blackat, yeah, I miss ya dog
Rest in peace to Blackat, yeah, I miss ya dog

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

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

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 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

That woman in the corner cold playin' the role
Just 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

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

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

[Flavor Flav]
Ha ha
They ain't gon' understand this, Flavor Flav
PAYBACK~! R.G., yo we gon' slam 'em with this one here

Kill that mumbo jumbo, time to rumble in the jungle
Shootin shotguns at the leopards, even lions is the shepherds
Now I ain't got time to tell her, but I'm chillin with Magilla

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

Oh, Chuck, they out to get us, man
Yo, we got to 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

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

Right about now NWA court is in full effect.
Judge Dre presiding in the case of NWA versus the police department.
Prosecuting attourneys are MC Ren Ice Cube and Eazy muthafuckin E.
Order order order. Ice Cube take the muthafuckin stand.
Do you swear to tell the truth the whole truth
and nothin but the truth so help your black ass?

Why don't you tell everybody what the fuck you gotta say?