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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



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Public Enemy Album


Revolverlution (2002)
2002
1.
2.
3.
Miuzi Weighs A Ton (live San Francisco 1999-10-21)
4.
5.
Can a Woman Make a Man Lose His Mind?
6.
7.
Fight The Power (live Winterthur Switzerland 1992)
8.
By The Time I Get To Arizona (The Moleman Mixx)
9.
Post-Concert Arizona Interview (U2 Zoo Tour)
10.
11.
12.
Welcome To The Terrordome (live Winterthur Switzerland 1992)
13.
B Side Wins Again (Scattershot remix)
14.
15.
16.
Shut 'Em Down (The Functionist version)
17.
Now A'daze
18.
Public Enemy No. 1 (Jeronimo Punx Redu)
19.
The Making of Burn Hollywood Burn (feat. Big Daddy Kane)
20.
Gotta Give the Peeps What They Need (DJ Johnny Juice - Paris Revolverlutionary mix)
21.
What Good is a Bomb
. . .


(Intro)
Our society is fucked up, they're fucking our brothers and sisters up
These white motherfuckers have fucked us up...
This ain't by no goddamn accident...

Cameras, action, lights
What, lookout, civil rights
Whiplash, po-po, fed-lillers, killin' kids
Crisis, c'mon, get it now, sound
COINTEL, going down
Projects, pop offs, issues, payback
Sickness, lockdown, get it
Free Mumia and H. Rap Brown

Before you get what you want, gotta give the people what they need

What you know about Soul
If you got's none then we'll loan ya some...

C'mon!

Flow on, the project, the pop off
Low tempo to go off, COINTEL better go to hell
Bout that time hear the bell y'all .. (c'mon)
Gotta lotta nerve never knowing Assata
Gotcha mind wading in the water.. contract.. Gotcha!
Motown, Stax, bring the beat back
(Bring that beat back!)
The Sound, free Mumia and H. Rap Brown
Sure enough going down now
Jamil Al Amin, nahmean? (yeah)
Y'all missin' this is like dissin' this
See your Uncle Sam pissing on this
He's running real low on my shit list
Take 'em all out with the quickness

Before you get what you want, gotta give the people what they need
Before you get what you want, gotta give the people what they need

Cameras, action, lights
What, lookout, civil rights
Whiplash, po-po, fed-lillers, killin' kids
Crisis, c'mon, get it now, sound
COINTEL, going down
Lookout!

Before you get what you want.. gotta give the people what they need
Before you get what you want.. gotta give the people what they need
Before you get what you want.. gotta give the people what they need
Before you get what you want.. gotta give the people what they need

New breed of MC and get the flow on
Body, mind, soul enough to go on
Ughh!! Better go on
Gotta get on so I can spit on
Guitar to get on the pick on (damn)
Shuffle now, the popcorn
Free H. Rap c'mon
Nothing new uhh.. better walk on
Ughhh... get my talk on
Never knew a {?} to get your money on
So on and so on
Do it like Mike - "Sha-mon!"
The original right here, Uptown Saturday Night
Uggghhh, get it, and get your head right...
Ya'll don't know nothin' about this ... ughhh
Real thing ughhh make your soul ring

Before you get what you want.. gotta give the people what they need
Before you get what you want.. gotta give the people what they need

Cameras, action, lights
What, lookout, civil rights
Whiplash, po-po, fed-lillers, killin' kids
Crisis, c'mon, get it now, sound
COINTEL, going down

Going down, going down, going down, going down
Going down, going down, going down, going down
Going down, going down, going down, going down
Going down, down, down, down

. . .


Hear the beat go
It's a bird, a plane, and the sound remains the same

Brothas gotta rap
Brothas gotta rap (Revolverlution)
Brothas gotta rap (Hear the beat go, revolverlution)

Here I am, Superman again
Cause you know damn well I'll never be the man again
Here I go, on upload, stand up and watch the game unfold
3 minutes to download
Revolverlution, make your brains explode
When understanding, knowledge, wisdom
Love, elevation and and activism
Let's call it raptivism
Since a lot of MCs be stuck on isms
As in sexism, self hate racism
Why many cats end up stuck in prison
Youth slavery is what you see and
Is what you be mentality
Beyond reality a fantasy
But that fantasy is kilin me
I don't give a damn if you bounce to this
I don't give a damn if you shake to this
But I give a damn that you overstand
Revolverlution, the Rap Superman

Brothas gotta rap
Brothas gotta rap
Brothas gotta rap

Revolverlution, The final frontier
And I'm outta here
Have no fear some of these rhymes wear a cape
But the record don't fit on a stack of Bushshit
Sick and tired of bein sick and tired
If what you want is what you need
If you can see yourself beyond the weed
Pappa bringin on a new breed of MCs
You know what? Wooo wheee!
Face it, tell me why ex-fans be hatin
The present state of the hip hop nation
Maybe it's your president of the corporation
Is why we in this situation
Some is dumb, double up the drums
Hear the beat go..
Watch em all come
Damn! Revolverlution
You know who? The Rap Superman

Brothas gotta rap
Brothas gotta rap
Brothas gotta rap
Hear the beat go!
Let the brothas rap!
Let the brothas rap!
Let the brothas rap!

Double up the drums

The Rap Superman, cut off the program
Raised the whole fam
Now that sounds hot, I stopped the robots
Children of the gone who the grown forgot
Lost and then found ex lovers of hip hop
Who watched another artform gone to rot
Beyond the bushes I save a lot
Under the underground sound of hip hop
And even if this joint gets hot
You'll still never ever know what I got
Revolverlution all up in this spot
Now the rubber hits the road
Broke the motherload
Download! And hear the beat go...

Hear the beat go!
Hear the beat go!

. . .


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
It's plain to see, it's a strain to be
Number one in the public eye enemy
I'm wanted in 50, almost 51
States where the posse got me on the run
It's a big wonder why I haven't gone under
Dodgin' all types of microphone thunder
A fugitive missin' all types of hell
All this because I talk so well
When I,

Rock, get up, get down
Miuzi weighs a ton

The match up title, the expression of thrill
For elite to compete and attempt to get ill
If looks could kill, I'd chill until
The public catches on to my material
Ducks criticize my every phase of rapture
Can't wait to read the headlines of my capture
Accused of assault, a 1st degree crime
Cause I beat competitors with my rhymes
Tongue whipped, pushed, shoved and tripped
Coocked from the hold of my Kung Fu grip
And if you want my title, it would be suicidal
From my end, it would be homicidal
When I do work, you get destroyed
Make all the paranoid, try to avoid
The Public Enemy seat I've enjoyed
This is no kid and I'm no toy boy

Rock, get up, get down
Miuzi weighs a ton

I'm a Public Enemy but I don't rob banks
I don't shoot bullets and I don't shoot blanks
My style is supreme, number one is my rank
And I got more power than the New York Yanks
If miuzy wasn't heavy I'd probably fire it
I'd make you walk the plank if I was a pirate
If they made me a King, I would be a tyrant
If you want to get me, go ahead and try it
Snatcher, dispatcher, biter never been a
Instead of takin' me out, take a girl to dinner
The level of comp has never been thinner
It's a runaway race where I'm the winner
It's unreal, they call the law
And claimed I had started a war
It was war they wanted and war they got
But they wilted in the heat when miuzi got hot

Rock, get up, get down
Miuzi weighs a ton

My style versatile said without rhymes
Which is why they're after me on my back
Lookin' over my shoulder, seein' what I write
Hearin' what I say, they wonderin' why
Why they can't ever compete on my level
Superstar status is my domain
Understand my rhythm, my pattern of lecture
And then you'll know why I'm on the run
This change of events results in a switch
Lateral movements of my vocal pitch
It eliminates pressure on the haunted
But the posse is around so I got to front it
Plus employ tactics so coy
And leave no choise but to destroy
Soloists, groups and what they say
And all that try to cross my way

. . .


cant understand some of these
rhymin in circles
now patroitic emcees
on bent knees
by six degrees
lord have mercy
even the voice of god rehearses
attack of the 50 ft verses
supermama this time around gotta few curses
papa gotta new bag of cant get
worse comes to worse
cant get enough
of tryin it
sayin nothing goin noplace no time soon
but buyin it
like gettin in a car without drivin it
still black rock the wax like stax
i rip , i mix
full screen like imax
so i max
relax
off the deep end
get deep in the record
100 beats per second
cut down the like rhymes
cause they get redundant
refuse to stoop to stupid
cause they dumbed it
down
like motown
say it loud
damn
like im the new james brown uh

put it up (repeat)


rocked the concoction
a potion of too much emotion
uh,im a keep it in motion
call it whatcha wanna
bus stop ,lectric slide cha cha
funky 16 corners

hot like jill scotts blues
but damn too old for 22s
but i can still move
groove
lets roll
you cant do your thing
if your things the wrong thing
tax the payers
stack paper
but you failed as an eighth grader
dumb ass
failed every math class
plus i know this like otis
i like to know
are you ready for some super dynamite soul
f -it thats how it gos?
beyond the cornrows
if i cant talk , get to steppin
tougue can be a tool and weapon
listen

put it up (repeat)


tycoons
damn im tired of these coons
rhymin in circles
words can either help or hurt you
or be neutral
cats still might shoot you
what suits you
if you gots issues
a thousand tatoos
confused in 200 dollar gym shoes
spendin more than u got
2002 blues
give it up turn it loose
aint no use
rest of you
screamin rescue me from the residue
fast break 5s on 2
us against you
so what you gonna do?

put it up (repeat)

. . .

Can a Woman Make a Man Lose His Mind?

[No lyrics]

. . .


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

. . .


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)


. . .


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 F--k it 'cause I wanna
So what if I celebrate it standin' on a corner
I ain't drinkin' no 40
I B 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 niga 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

. . .

Post-Concert Arizona Interview

[No lyrics]

. . .


Uh! Backwards!

C'mon! C'mon! C'mon!

Oh no, struck by greased lightning
F'ed by the same last name, you know what?
China ain't never givin back that goddamned plane
Must got this whole nation trained on some kennel ration
Refrain, the same train, full of cocaine, blows the brain
Have you forgotten? I've been through the first term of rotten
The father, the son and the holy Bush-shit we all in
Don't look at me, I ain't callin for no assasination
I'm just sayin, sayin
Who voted for that asshole of your nation?
Deja Bush, crushed by the headrush, when I wrote the bumrush
Saw you salute to the then Vice Pres
Who did what RayGun said
And then became prez himself, went for delf
Knee deep in his damned self
Stuck in a three headed bucket, a trilateral Bush-shit
Sorry ain't no better way of puttin it
No you cannot freestyle this
Cause you still ain't free
If I fight for y'all then they get me
How many o y'all is comin to get me?
None! Cause it's easier to forget me
Ain't that a Bush, son of a Bush is here all up in yo zone
You ain't never heard so much soul to the bone
I told y'all when the first Bush was tappin my telephone
Spy vs. Spy, can't truss em, as you salute to the Illuminati
Y'know what? Take yo ass to your one millionth party!

He's the son of a Baaaaaad man
The son of a bad
He's the son of a Baaaaaad man
Son of a bad

Now here's the pitch
Hiding inside certified genocide
Ain't that a Bush, repeat ain't that a Bush?
Out of nowhere headed to the hot house
Killed 135 at the last count
Texas Bounce! Texas Bounce!
Cats in a cage got a ghost of a chance
Of comin back from your whack-ass killin machine
Son of a Bush, ain't that a son of a Bush
Cats doin bids for the same Bush-shit that you did
Serial killer kid, uhh! Serial killer kid
Go on!

He's the son of a Baaaaaad man
The son of a bad
He's the son of a Baaaaaad man
Son of a bad

the father, the son
the father, the son
the father, the son, and the holy Bush-shit
The father
The father

Coke is the real thing
Used to make you swing
Used to be yo thing
Daddy had you under his wing
Uhh, son of a Bush
Bringin kilos to fill up silos
You probably sniffed piles
Got inmates in Texas scrubbin tiles
That shit is wild
That shit is wild CIA child
That shit is wild CIA child

He's the son of a Baaaaaad man
The son of a bad
He's the son of a Baaaaaad man
Son of a bad

Son of a bad man

. . .


Can it be easy as 5 4 3 2 1
Damn sun
Heard it was easy as
1 2 3
We don't control the 3 e's
Still we be on the plantation
And you be in trouble b
Dizzy whirls and niggerlodeons
In the nigger time
24 duckin the war
No shirt on like
Wakin up at 3pm, no job
Ridin around on a bike
Hair half braided
Half combed out
Smoked out
Still braggin about
How cats gonna come up
Get that hustle on
While them babies born
Headed to the club to get more chicks , cmon

These rhymes ain't got
The glow of your normal
Fairytales
As another color passes
Another brother fails
No singin or blingin
Freestyle wingin
Beer can sittin around
Waitin for highlghts on espn
4 3 2 1 over it
Some Vince Carter dunkin on Mike ,an shit
Get yourself together
Before these feds start
Scrapin
Heads off the street
Sendin cats to the middle of heat
Far in the so called middle east
Somebody gotta
Communicate
Beyond the beats

5 retail chains
Got your brains trained
To consume anything
With a bang and a boom
Gimme room
I'm sayin
It's a scam to pay for airplay today
But 4 major corps
Bought your support
Check the fine print
That cd you bought
Sony Time Warner Universal
Notorius BMG
No lie they just got EMI
3 radio corporations
Own all them so called
Black stations
While two tv stations
Gotcha kids waitin
WB we be
Hatin the fact
Every 5 seconds
Canned laughter
Rolls off the faces of blacks
U p n you pick a nigger
To make the problem
Nigger
As I await the one video arm
Viacom
To get bombed
No doubt

. . .


I got so much trouble on my mind
I refuse to lose
Here's your ticket
Hear the drummer get wicked
The crew to you to push the back to Black
Attack so I sat and japped
Then slapped the Mac(Intosh)
Now I'm ready to mike it
(You know I like it) huh
Hear my favoritism roll "Oh"
Never be a brother like to go solo
Lazer, anastasia, maze ya
Ways to blaze your brain and train ya
The way I'm livin', forgiven'
What I'm givin' up
X on the flex hit me now
I don't know about later
As for now I know how to avoid the paranoid
Man I've had it up to here
Gear I wear got 'em goin' in fear
Rhetoric said
Read just a bit ago
Not quittin' though
Signed the hard rhymer
Work to keep from gettin' jerked
Changin' some ways
To way back in the better days
Raw metaphysically bold
Never followed a code
Still dropped a load
Never question what I am God knows
Cause it's comin' from the heart
What I got better get some
(Get on up) hustler of culture
Snakebitten
Been spit in the face
But the rhymes keep fittin'
Respects been givin' how's ya livin'
Now I can't protect a pad off defect
Check the record
An reckon an intentional wreck
Played off as some intellect
Made the call, took the fall
Broke the laws
Not my fault they're fallin' off
Known as fair square
Throughout my years
So I growl at the livin' foul
Black to the bone my home is your home
So welcome to the Terrordome
Subordinate terror
Kickin' off an era
Cold deliverin' pain
My 98 was 87 on a record yo
So now I go Bronco

Crucifixion ain't no fiction
So called chosen frozen
Apology made to who ever pleases
Still they got me like Jesus
I rather sing, bring, think reminisce
'Bout a brother while I'm in sync
Every brother ain't a brother cause a color
Just as well could be undercover
Backstabbed, grabbed a flag
From the back of the lab
Told a Rab get off the rag
Sad to say I got sold down the river
Still some quiver when I deliver
Never to say I never know or had a clue
Word was heard, plus hard on the boulevard
Lies, scandalizin', basin'
Traits of hate who's celebratin' wit satan?
I rope a dope the evil with righteous
Bobbin' and weavin' and let the good get even
C'mon down
And welcome to the Terrordome.
Caught in the race against time
The pit and the pendulum
Check the rhythm and rhymes
While I'm bendin' 'em
Snakes blowin' up the lines of design
Tryin' to blind the science I'm snedin' 'em
How to fight the power
Cannot run and hide
But it shouldn't be suicide
In a game a fool without the rules
Got a hell of a nerve to just criticize
Every brother ain't a brother
Cause a Black hand
Squeezed on Malcom X the man
The shootin' of Huey Newton
From a hand of a Nigger who pulled the trigger

It's weak to speak and blame somebody else
When you destroy yourself
First nothing's worse than a mother's pain
Of a son slain in Bensonhurst
Can't wait for the state to decide the fate
So this jam I dedicate
Places with racist faces
Just an example of one of many cases
The Greek weekend speech I speak
From a lesson learned in Virginia (Beach)
I don't smile in the line of fire
I go wildin'
But it's on bass and drums even violins
Watcha do gitcha head ready
Instead of gettin' physically sweaty
When I get mad
I put it down on a pad
Give ya somethin' that cha never had controllin'
Fear of high rollin'
God bless your soul and keep livin'
Never allowed, kickin' it loud
Droppin' a bomb
Brain game intellectual Vietnam
Move as a team
Never move alone
But
Welcome to the Terrordome

. . .


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
Brother Black, the B is back
So check it out

And 'ya don't, I won't, if 'ya still, I will
Take 3 jams and hold 'em, this what I told 'em
To rock the other side, the sucker lied
Said he would shock but never tried, and so I
Took 'em away, I never stayed y'all
Called the Flavor Flav to make another record
To get played
He made a jam to get you stammed
Back to back in the place where the suckers are basin'
Whatever it takes to make it hardcore
We gonna roll it raw
That's what you but it for, c'mon
You roll in your ride, the DJ decides
To play it on the radio
The A side
He gives it a try
But never gives it a try
And the people request the best
On the B side

Food for the brain, beats for the feet
People on the dance floor
Never claimin' a receipt
Had a good time rockin', rollin' on the go rhyme
The rhythm supplied by the superior B side
They had to twist and turn and shout
Turn the jam out, getcha' ready now, c'mon
The situation put you in
To where you're sweatin' in
Hysterical B side, c'mon inside
Request the best to give a test
And never give a rest
Your guess is good as my guess
And while I'm guessin' your guessin', yo listen this is..
A DJ to play to give a lesson
And his name is Terminator X

And the sucker on the right gets cynical
'Cause the record's to the left and political
And you search the stores
Attack the racks with your claws
For the rebels without a pause
'Cause the B side
Wins again, again, again
Yo Black, some of you are all in
To make sure the crowd
Get loud wit' it on the dance floor
'Cause the B is pure sure
You never knew the crowd was this hype
But you thought we was that type
To start a riot, we ain't quiet
Kickin' a thunderstorm with a song
Why would we dare you to come along
Pump up the music, pump the sound
Once again we gonna do it like this now
And while I'm throwin', you're goin'
And you know it's time for man on a mission
To listen 'cause he's in the house
He's Terminator X

. . .


now whats goin on
i dont know
whats really goin down
yall dont know
between the east and the feds
heads dont know
but you can bet
some of these heads be the first to go
between 18 and 30
pray it dont get dirty
now i got some new cats
hearin me
that never heard me
11:30 do the math
damn, here come the draft
but im at an age my fightin is half ass
shee, my flags always at half mast
need you ask
while some of yall laugh
but i see war lining these young cats
up for bodybags
and these so called thugs masquerading in drag
cause now the feds checkin all dem headrags
hopin this gung ho thing last
cold and dark is the weather
peoples, get yor sh*t together

aint even gonna fix my mouth to say chickens
told yall in terrordome the clocks tickin
from all sides come the wicked
governments
fundamentalists
but how you gonna
kill the innocent?
between terrorists
and cia hit lists
like my man uno says
beware the false prophets
gotta be smarter than this
they say war is a profit
with loved ones missed
but death is a debt
none of us aint seen war yet
be careful what you ask for
war is hell and hell is war
all them bling bling thangs throw em in the river
all that thugged out sh*t yall cant deliver
seen four planes kill everyday folks
guess 911 aint no joke
wall street cryin broke
was it god
or the devil itself
who spoke?
old vampires
hit the new empire
had the sky cookin
brooklyn had no other choice
but to stare and keep lookin
city smile
missin two front teeth
while some of yall
still talkin them little ass beefs
over who, what soundscanned

this month you sound scared
guessin where the party at?
while downtowns wonderin
where the bodies at?

how you sell soul to a souless people
who sold their soul?
keep the people from bein sheeple
followin
hollow voices
to tommorrows sorrow
women have nurtured
and birthed the earth
man has killed many
for land and worse
women got a cycle thats spoken for
man has a period, its called war
may the power go to
everyday people
may war have no sequel, live..
reverse the word you get evil
cause people wanna live against evil
avoid the third world war
biological bombs
100 times worse than vietnam
so what you gonna do?
if you was on that plane
both sides wouldve killed you too
to my peoples
stay on your p's and q's
get your sh*t together

. . .


Check this out
This is Chuck D

And this is Flavor Flav
And Public Enemy is lettin' y'all know about black history month

February is Black History Month
But we'd like to say that every single month
We should recognise the rich culture
And heritage of black people
Although the battles have not been won yet
We should be proud to take some time out this month
To explore the powerful and victorious lineage of our people

That's right so don't be a vulture
And learn your culture

PE salutes the history of black people
And the history that we are yet to make

That's right, not a mistake

. . .


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

. . .

Now A'daze

[No lyrics]

. . .


Well I'm all in, put it up on the board
Another rapper shot down from the mouth that roared
1-2-3 down for the count
The result of my lyrics, oh yes, no doubt
Cold rock rap - 49er supreme
Is what I choose and I use - I never lose to a team
Cause I can can go solo, like a Sugar Ray bolo
Make the fly girls wanna have my photo
Run in their room, hang it on the wall
In remembrance that I rocked them all
Suckers, ducks, ho-hum emcees
You can't rock the kid, so go cut some cheese
Take this application of rhymes like these
My rap's red hot, 110 degrees
So don't start bassin' cause I'll start placin'
Bets on that you'll be disgracing
You and you mind from a beatin' from my rhymes
A time, a crime that I can't find
I'll show you my gun, my Uzi weighs a ton
Because I'm Public Enemy number one

You got no rap, but you want a battle
It's like havin' a boat, but you got no paddle
Cause I never pause, I say it because
I don't break in stores, but I break all laws
Written while sittin', all fittin' not bitten
Givin' me the juice that your not gettin'
I'm not a law obeyer, so you can tell your mayor
I'm a non-stop, rhythm rock poetry sayer
I'm the rhyme player, the the ozone layer
A battle what? Here's a bible so start your prayer
A word to the wise is justified
If they ask you what happened, just admit you lied
You just got caught a, for going out of order
And now you're servin' football teams their water
You just got dissed, all but dismissed
Sucker duck emcees, you get me pissed
It's no fun, being on the run
Cause they got me, Public Enemy number one

For all you suckers, liars, your cheap amplifiers
You crossed up wires are always starting fires
For you grown up criers, now here's a pair of pliers
Get a job like your mother, I heard she fixes old dryers
You have no desires, your father fixes tires
You try to sell ya equipment, but you get no buyers
It's you they never hire, you're never on flyers
Cause you and your crew, is only known as good triers
Known as the poetic lyrical son
I'm Public Enemy number one

. . .

The Making of Burn Hollywood Burn

[No lyrics]

. . .


(Intro)
Our society is fucked up, they're fucking our brothers and sisters up
These white motherfuckers have fucked us up...
This ain't by no goddamn accident...

Cameras, action, lights
What, lookout, civil rights
Whiplash, po-po, fed-lillers, killin' kids
Crisis, c'mon, get it now, sound
COINTEL, going down
Projects, pop offs, issues, payback
Sickness, lockdown, get it
Free Mumia and H. Rap Brown

Before you get what you want, gotta give the people what they need

What you know about Soul
If you got's none then we'll loan ya some...

C'mon!

Flow on, the project, the pop off
Low tempo to go off, COINTEL better go to hell
Bout that time hear the bell y'all .. (c'mon)
Gotta lotta nerve never knowing Assata
Gotcha mind wading in the water.. contract.. Gotcha!
Motown, Stax, bring the beat back
(Bring that beat back!)
The Sound, free Mumia and H. Rap Brown
Sure enough going down now
Jamil Al Amin, nahmean? (yeah)
Y'all missin' this is like dissin' this
See your Uncle Sam pissing on this
He's running real low on my shit list
Take 'em all out with the quickness

Before you get what you want, gotta give the people what they need
Before you get what you want, gotta give the people what they need

Cameras, action, lights
What, lookout, civil rights
Whiplash, po-po, fed-lillers, killin' kids
Crisis, c'mon, get it now, sound
COINTEL, going down
Lookout!

Before you get what you want.. gotta give the people what they need
Before you get what you want.. gotta give the people what they need
Before you get what you want.. gotta give the people what they need
Before you get what you want.. gotta give the people what they need

New breed of MC and get the flow on
Body, mind, soul enough to go on
Ughh!! Better go on
Gotta get on so I can spit on
Guitar to get on the pick on (damn)
Shuffle now, the popcorn
Free H. Rap c'mon
Nothing new uhh.. better walk on
Ughhh... get my talk on
Never knew a {?} to get your money on
So on and so on
Do it like Mike - "Sha-mon!"
The original right here, Uptown Saturday Night
Uggghhh, get it, and get your head right...
Ya'll don't know nothin' about this ... ughhh
Real thing ughhh make your soul ring

Before you get what you want.. gotta give the people what they need
Before you get what you want.. gotta give the people what they need

Cameras, action, lights
What, lookout, civil rights
Whiplash, po-po, fed-lillers, killin' kids
Crisis, c'mon, get it now, sound
COINTEL, going down

Going down, going down, going down, going down
Going down, going down, going down, going down
Going down, going down, going down, going down
Going down, down, down, down

. . .

What Good is a Bomb

[No lyrics]

. . .


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