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Public Enemy
Public Enemy


Background information
Origin Long Island, New York, U.S.
Genre(s) Hip-hop
Hardcore Hip-Hop
Years active 1986—present
Label(s) Def Jam Recordings
Columbia Records
Play It Again Sam
Associated acts Anthrax
Ice Cube
The Bomb Squad
Boogie Down Productions
Website Website
Members
Chuck D
Flavor Flav
Professor Griff
DJ Lord
The S1W
Former members
Terminator X
Sister Souljah



Public Enemy Album


How You Sell Soul To A Soulless People Who Sold Their Soul? (2007)
2007
1.
2.
3.
4.
Between Hard and a Rock Place
5.
Sex, Drugs and Violence (feat. KRS-One)
6.
Amerikan Gangster (feat. E.Infinite)
7.
8.
Head Wide Shut
9.
Flavor Man
10.
11.
12.
13.
Col-Leepin
14.
Radiation of a Radiotvmovie Nation
15.
See Something, Say Something
16.
17.
Bridge of Pain
18.
19.
How You Sell Soul (Time Is God Refrain)
. . .


Banned from our damn so called country
No claim y'all know the name
Some got the rest of the planet
To feel us damn it
Substance over style
That's right we on exile
Them ol heads from strong eye the velt
No love good lookin out
But damn sure felt

Hear me fear me appeared to
Disappear
The sequel
Said keep pe from from the people

Stole ya soul keft the groove
On ya body black
Now you cant getcha mind back

Too dirty for the source power 30
Too clean for 30 year olds
Who wanna act sixteen

I beg ya pardon
We be live in other genres
While ya favorites just startin

We come back to do a soul check
Every once in a while like a sonic messiah
To find out these cats
Got this thing runnin wild
God bless the child


I'm spittin in the wind
Till it knocks a tree down in the woods

(Allah u akhbar)
God is good

Either you stand for something
Or fall for anything

You can get all the money cars jewelry and things
And still have nothing

Lookin for love in all the wrong places
Between gettin high on the price tags
And smilin faces

Thinkin you need
Rings and things rims and timbs
That aint rap thats bein slaves again

Pretendin

Hip hop says you can be what you wanna be
As long as you ain't f-a-k-e

It's a four letter word like fame
That fades and if you believe it

You're f-u-c-k- e-d

But how you sell soul to a
Soulless people who sold their soul?

I guess we all got stole on
By some of the same cats

That sold ya soul out
Dj lord

Being that beat back

. . .


Full blown
Rap rock and roll
Whatever happened to solid gold?
Ain't like it can't and won't get sold
Sold by the same cats
Stole yo soul
Back on a track
That don't sound too old
Whats goin on? I don't know it's trouble
Back in black to bust that bubble
Black superman's back and not daredevil
Don't wear throwbacks
'Cause I'm a throwback
So I threw that throwback on the racks
So let's go back
Way on back
Before 8 tracks and Cadillacs
Cats still on crack
Screamin what they lack
It started with your baby on Similac
Don't get me started
Get it up to speed
Gettin back your soul
Is what you need

Get on the soul train
Getcha soul drained
If ya souls drained
Backed right to yo brain
Keep the peoples away from pe the peeps
So the top 10 joints
Keep 'em all asleep
So what they got
You think is hot
But the real things in life
Your soul forgot
Don't hear it on the radio
Or MTV
I damn don't know about BET

If we can't reach em
Damn can't teach em
Somebody hatin'
Cause we gots the information
Do this once a moon
Like an eclipse
So back to them politics
Off my lips
Tell the scurred beware of them ghetto tricks
Tell the government
Please stay off my dick
The criss whatever I never sip
Keep the whole damn bottle
I don't even trip

. . .


What goes on?
Rollin stones of the rap game not braggin
Lips bigger than jagger, not saggin
Spell it backwards
I'm a leave it at that...

That ain't got nothin to do with rap
Check the facts expose those cats
Who pose as heros and take advantage of blacks
Your governments gangster so cut the crap
A war goin on so where you at?

Fight the power comes great responsiblity
F the police but whos stoppin you from killin me?
Disasters, fiascos over a loop by pe
If it's an I instead of we
Believin tv
Spittin riches, bitches, and this new thing about snitches
Watch them asses move the masses switches
System dissed them but barely missed her
My soul intention to save my brothers and sisters

Get up
Hard... just like that
Get up
Hard... just like that
Get up
Hard... just like that
Get up
Hard... just like that

Screamin gangsta 20 years later
Of course endorsed while consciousness faded
New generations believing them fables
Gangster boogie on two turntables

Show no love so it's easy to hate it
Desecrated while the coroner waited
Any given sunday so where ya'll rate it?
With slavery, lynching, and them drugs infiltrated

I'm like that doll chuckie, baby
Keep comin back to live love life like I'm crazy
Keep it movin risin to the top
Doug fresh clean livin you don't stop

Revolution means change
Don't look at me strange
So I can't repeat what other rappers be sayin
You don't stand for something
You fall for anything
Harder than you think
It's a beautiful thing

Get up
Hard... just like that
Get up
Hard... just like that
Get up
Hard... just like that
Get up
Hard... just like that

So it's time to leave you a preview
So you too can review what we do
20 years in this business
How you sell sell soul, g wiz
People bear witness
Thank you for lettin us be ourself
So don't mind me if I repeat myself
These simple lines be good for your health
To keep them crime rhymes on the shelf
Live life love like you just don't care
5000 leaders never scared
Bring the noise it's the moment they fear
Get up still a beautiful idea

Get up
Throw yo hands in the air
Get up show no fear
Get up if ya'll really care
Pe 20 years
Now get up

Get up
Hard... just like that
Get up
Hard... just like that
Get up
Hard... just like that
Get up
Hard... just like that

. . .

Between Hard and a Rock Place

[No lyrics]

. . .


We like those gangsta rhymes...
Just make sure they don't corrupt our minds...
These rappers kill and thief...
A lot of times it's only make believe...

Once upon a time, not long ago
A rapper got shot, and no one knows
Who pulled the trigga on the kid and layed him in his grave
And after the prayers and the street parade
Shit got forgot, and now he's dead
And all the fans loved everything he said
So understand this, you don't wanna miss
Sex, drugs, and violence

We like those gangsta rhymes...
Just make sure they don't corrupt our minds...
These rappers kill and thief...
A lot of times it's only make believe...

Hey yo once upon a time in Jamaica, Queens
An icon gets shot and no one knew what it means
It was just another murder scene
But let's get on with the bling bling
Ching ching and half naked chicks that can't sing
Murder weapon, never found. Police, never around
The respect, the intellect, and the suspect all out of town
It's all out of bounds. KRS, Chuck D makin our rounds, man
While they takin us down, man
We're takin you down. I got another new sound
It's really an old sound, but you know how me and Chuck get down
We got peace, love, unity, and having the fun
But you all want sex, drugs, violence 101
Here it is... Bam
Stop being a little boy with a little toy, stand up and be a man
Now you see the plan, from west to east
Instead of sex, drugs, and violence we got love, purpose, and peace
We be hurtin the least. We be workin, no seats
Bringing it to America like Geronimo and Cochise
Get that, but make sure when you spit rap
If you ain't really ready to die, yo, don't spit that!

We like those gangsta rhymes...
Just make sure they don't corrupt our minds...
These rappers kill and thief...
A lot of times it's only make believe...

Once upon a time I was on Long Island
A man got shot and he wasn't smilin
He was bleedin from his guts, yo
A policeman was sittin and he drove up on the spot, yo
Now when police light came on
When the man died, who was the blame on?
Wasn't me. Not you
I didn't kill nobody 'cause my records don't do that
I make the records for the kids
Gangsta rap flippin people's kid's lids

We like those gangsta rhymes...
Just make sure they don't corrupt our minds...
These rappers kill and thief...
A lot of times it's only make believe...

. . .

Amerikan Gangster

[No lyrics]

. . .


Damn if I be some slave again
Got no fake ass friends
No timbs or rims
Sure 'nuff don't know no designer names
And I never played no video games
I ain't got no diamond rings
No bling bling, no minks
No 2 earrings
No pimp glasses mugs
Or cups and things
Or whatever the hell they be carryin
Don't treat my highs too high
Or my lows too low
You wont see my soul
Souled on no video
Don't need no checks to get no chicks
Or be some hypocrite to get you on my
So let the young sing and
Rap to the young
As long as y'all don't think freedom
Is free to be dumb

It's suicidal to think I'm
Your American Idol
Hypnotic trapped in a 3000 mile box
Chicks bobby socks today be Botox
Now that hip hops the
New so-called rock
Parents dressin the outside
Of their kids
An' what they wear
Instead of stressin the inside
Way back, my peoples gave me pride
Now in 2004 I ain't gotta hide
If you can't afford it just
Leave it to the side
'Cause you looking real
Stupid with that tear in your eye
Gotta a 1994 hear you talkin
But it's damn sure better than walkin
It might be old, it sure ain't gold
Better than stylin in the cold
It ain't no rolls, so wont get stoled
But you wont see me walking on
no side of the road

At the age I am now
If I can't teach
I shouldn't even open up my
Mouth begin to speak
I need some radio
To help me reach
But I heard they get their money on
By makin you weak
Drowning in the sea of
Some big dose of now
No past no future
Let the young grow wild
Ain't gave em nuttin
Some done robbed the child
From substance
Don't currr, fill em up wit style
Like hip hop started on TRL, like wow
Took the game and made
It a gdamn shame
Hell wit history you don't even
Know my name
I ain't the same damn thing
That y'all used to playin
I'm non-stop rocket
Headin to your brain
Now that's what I'm sayin

I may not got no flow
But I ain't pimped by no negro
Backed by some
Cracka wit
His ass by the door
Therefore
I can never be poor
'Cause my mind, body, and soul
Cannot be sold
Priceless
So I avoid the trifelin
Worms in my cipher
Stuff y'all can't get enough off
Gots no time for
Somebody's jail
My time is just like the US mail
My time is richer
Than them new astro pitchers
I be damn if my face
Be under some picture
Where you heard the n-word
So save your liquid
Pe we just here to flip it
Find somebody new to get wit
The next time you hear a
Cat who can't
Stand or even
Look in the mirror

. . .

Head Wide Shut

[No lyrics]

. . .

Flavor Man

[No lyrics]

. . .


No election
remember that presidential selection
got us in another
erection of body part
dick bush and colin
tape is rollin
new whirl odor
flowin way past deodorant
got the masses ignorant
them dumb asses
the whirl surrenders
to the way of the beltway
created a nore bin laden found saddam
yo griff,
'what good is a gotdamn bomb
i know they been lyin bout bin ladin
fight the power
you dont know who hit them towers
and they dont care
tony blair
ask the axis of hate
is the uk the 51st state

verse 2

gettin the bomb sht
aint like gettin bombed and sht
orders from your
commander and theif
headcheif hankercheif
aint that right griff
you gonna go in there
and take things and bomb thangs
2007 high tech thug gang
i rather be gettin it
than gettin hit
presidential orders
from this new whirl odor
stressin peoples of color
across the water and the borders
peeps need food education employment
and damn that high tech equipment

verse 3

and the rhetoric
from one sided politricks
from a government on some ol
world war 3 trip
if i was there id quit
go home and be gettin it
stick a bush and dick in the world
and watch it twirl
americas a dude
and the earth a girl
you gotta fight for your love
remain a cut above
the rest of the world
dont matter
sounds like propaganda
new facism on another channel
turn offa that thing
and see the sun
ima take my black ass home
and get some

one

. . .


Is the groove good to you
Like when you lose your thing
Forgettin grits is grocery
And eggs is poultry

Makin a livin against those makin a killin
Super black man gotha back
And is back in the building
If the prison is that skin you in
And your cell sittin inside your skull
They say you can't getaway
From ya damn self
When your earth is heaven
And your world be hell
Check your head
Armageddons at the foot of your bed

You ain't heard a word I said
Forget them slacks

I'm that throwback that
Threw that throwback
Back on the racks
To get my mind back

Oh say can you see
I get back it's still just a black and white TV
In lyin color brother
Gots to getaway to the other.

Never was too good
Off the top of my head

Cause I want y'all to know
Exactly what I said

This so-called war in Iraq
Over a thousand dead
That's about
10 a week
Even as I speak

33 percent of black males in jail
55 percent of black students will fail
85 percent of black folks forgot
We were slaves
Up inside this box

America got folks brains on lock
Forget the connects

Some wanna buy what's next
Wear it like a sign up in that chest

Y'all should know Papa don't take no mess

If you think your past is irrelevant
Don't you know ol' soul pays the god damn rent
That messiah ain't never
Gonna come as long as

You thinkin freedom
Is bein free to be dumb

Soul is back
So flip them hits back
Damn the fashion
I wanna know where's the passion

Thinkin we came a long way baby

Sayin poor Michael's psycho
And Prince he's crazy

But what has Bob, Mick, Sir Paul
Done for you lately

How they maintain on your brain
Seems to escape me

Heard some ghetto cats
Don't like metal rap

Hear it and fear it
And they think its wack

They don't even know that the blues is black
And when I rap is back to the roots

Where I be at

Not some 30 year old who don't know facts
Who's wild sayin things like some juvenile

Remember 2 million black folks in the penile
Got a world of white folks
Thinkin it's style

Think I'm hatin cause you lack the information
'Cause we the FBI still gots on file

. . .


We the fans
Hopin they would be open
Tinted glass
Behind that tinted glass
Crowd waiting in limbo
Is that the limo?
But he don't give a damn
She don't give a damn
Just buy their product
'Cause they a buy product of a marketing plan
Can I just get an autograph?
I'm fanatic number 2 million
Sign it to my mama
So she can cut the drama
Bought in a store in Nicaragua
But you ignore the poor
Can't even get to your door

Frankenstar
You don't even know who the hell you are
I don't give a damn about your car
Frankenstar
Frankenstar
Frankenstar
You don't even know who the hell you are
We don't give a damn about your crib
Only give a damn about what you did
Frankenstar
Frankenstar
Frankenstar

Can I get a ride on that music
Can I get a look on that movie
All you gotta do is groove me
Security ain't got to shoot me
How a fan get get close to you
What do you think I'm supposed to do?
Shit by the way I bought a poster too
I didn't take it back
Cause the show was whack
Bought a hundred dollar ticket
Told us where we could stick it
Frankenstar
Let us fans know
That you gonna do a 10 minute show

Hooooooo
Hoooooooo

Frankenstar
You don't even know who the hell you are
I don't give a damn about your car
Frankenstar
Frankenstar
Frankenstar
You don't even know who the hell you are
We don't give a damn about your crib
Only give a damn about what you did
Frankenstar
Frankenstar
Frankenstar

Now you say you from the hood
Paid and laid
And now you think you gonna get sprayed
I see you grinnin at them humble beginnings
Fame just is like water to a gremlin
Fame is fake and it fades
Millinnum stars can be like grenades
Blowin up thinking we all got it made
In a MTV cribs
To fool them kids
The new monster mash
See 'em all dance for cash
Saw ya wit a new lawyer
So you
Better stash
But the VIP section got your attention
And you cannot see that far past
Wrong inspiration
For a young nation
When you dismiss education
And your living room's a Playstation
Do your thing, not the thing do you
Don't fame gotta hold on you

. . .

Col-Leepin

[No lyrics]

. . .

Radiation of a Radiotvmovie Nation

[No lyrics]

. . .

See Something, Say Something

[No lyrics]

. . .


It's been a long and whining roadEven though time keeps a changinI'm-a bring it all back homeI been told I spit lyrics wit politicsWhy wouldn't I?Says negro on my birth certificate
Born in 1960 in a nationThroughout / I've been a spokespersonFor a generationWithin the same ol' fear of a black planet20 years of blood sweat and no tears for fanatics
So damn itIf times is hardTime is godUnderstand itNever took time for grantedIt's all right MaAs child of the sixtiesAll along the watchtowerI can't bet they gonna miss me
I'm only bleedingEvery grain in meFans if not for youThere be no P.E.From the Nashville skylineGirls in south countryIn this world gone wrongSo here's another love song
We came a long way babyYou know whats amazinThe surprise we told these new guysFlav has always been crazyHit London '87 like it was an invasionToured the world for 3 yearsHell with vacationVocation of vocalizationEspecially with the impact of "It Takes a NationOf Millions to Hold Us Back"You bet there's blood on them bomb squad tracks"Black Steel," "Baseheads," "Party for Your Right to Fight""Prophets of Rage," Bring the Noise""Don't Believe the Hype""Can't Do Nuttin for You Man""911 is a Joke"20 years we got here by actin like common folkTouring the world like a rolling stoneThen the nineties cameWelcomed y'all to the TerrordomeSome threw it away, instead of something to sayCause the streets still ended up havin no namesSince "Rebel without a Pause" beats were never the sameAnd by 1998 we still had game.

Only a pawn in the gameChastised for namin namesWhat was said and who said itAnti-nothing so forget itTears of rage left a friendBlowin in the windBut time is godBeen back for 10 years and black againSome of them same catsHelp usher in gangster rapDamn our interviews were better than a lotta them acts.Praised the gangstaJust because it soldWhile consciousnessWent from platinum to goldSeen a nation reduce "Fight the Power" to gin and juiceSome people gave it up and turned it loose.
Beethoven, Bach, BrahmsI want some James BrownEven Bruce, Brian, Bono, Beck, yeah Chuck BerryPrince, Stevie, Sly, Smokey, Johnny Cash in my ChevyHeard some call me an Uncle TomNow that's pettyI'm a songwriter foolI condense sense from right and wrongLivin in the key of protest songsFrom basement tapesBeyond them dollars and centsChangin of the guards spentWhere the--wentMost of their time out of mindHatin my mess age rhymesCant truss it, shut em down call it whatcha wannaBut they made a day fit for a kingBy the time we got to Arizona
Tommorrow's a long timeWe got God on our sideOver bass and drum beats hear the good rhymes rideA poison goin onShelter from the stormHard rain gonna fallStill the people rock on.

. . .

Bridge of Pain

[No lyrics]

. . .


The eastern world, it is explodin'
Violence flarin' and bullets loadin'
You're old enough to kill, but not for votin'
And that Jordan River has bodies floatin'

But you tell me
Over and over and over again, my friend
You don't believe
We're on the eve of destruction

Don't you understand what I'm tryin' to say
Can't you feel the fears that I'm feelin' today?
If the button is pushed there's no runnin' away
There'll be no one to save with the world in a grave
Take a look around ya boy, it's bound to scare ya boy

But you tell me
Over and over and over again, my friend
You don't believe
We're on the eve of destruction

My blood's so mad, it feels like coagulatin'
I'm sitting here just contemplatin'
You can't twist the truth, it knows no regulation
And a handful of senators can't pass legislation
And marches alone can't bring integration
When human respect is disintegratin'
Now this whole crazy world is just too frustratin'

But you tell me
Over and over and over again, my friend
You don't believe
We're on the eve of destruction
[Incomprehensible]

People I hate, that's understood
It will make stuff hard to under
Was feeling blooded to human race
If you win your war it's the same old place

The poundin' drums, the pride and disgrace
You can bury your dead, but don't leave a trace
Hate your next-door neighbor, but don't forget to say grace

But tell me
Over and over and over again, my friend
You don't believe
We're on the eve of

But tell me
Over and over and over again, my friend
You don't believe
We're on the eve of destruction

You don't believe
We're on the eve of destruction
You don't believe
We're on the eve of destruction
Yeah, you don't believe
We're on the eve of destruction

. . .

How You Sell Soul (Time Is God Refrain)

[No lyrics]

. . .


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