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Public Enemy – Brothers Gonna Work It Out
Uh your bad self
Help me break this down from off the shelf
Here’s a music servin’ you so use it
Papa’s got a brand new funk
Get down (party for your right)
Huh let’s get it on
Like we said before
They say the brothers causin’ trouble
Hate to bust their bubble
‘Cause we rumble
From our lower level
To condition your condition
(We’re gonna do a song)
That you never heard before
Make you all jump along to the education
Brothers gonna work it out
And stop chasin’
Brothers, brothers gonna work it out
Chorus
You got it…what it takes
Go get it…where you want it?
Come get it…get involved
‘Cause the brothers in the street are willing to work it out
So many of us in limbo
How to get it on, it’s quite simple
3 stones from the sun
We need a piece of this rock
Our goal indestructible soul
Answers to this quizzin’
To the Brothers in the streetSchools and the prisons
History shouldn’t be a mystery
Our stories real history
Not his story
We gonna work it one day
Till we all get paid
The right way in full, no bull
Talkin’, no walkin’, drivin’, arrivin’ in style
Soon you’ll see what I’m talkin’ ’bout
‘Cause one day
The brothers gonna work it out
Brothers, brothers gonna work it out
Chorus
You got it … what it takes
Go get it… where you want it?
Come get it…get involved
‘Cause the brothers in the street
Are willing to work it out
Let’s get it on… we are willin’
Let’s get it on, let’s get it on … we are willin’
Let’s get it on, let’s get it on, let’s get it on … we are willin’
Now we are ready if you are ready
In 1995, you’ll twist to this
As you raise your fist to the music
United we stand, yes divided we fall
Together we can stand tall
Brothers that try to work it out
They get mad, revolt, revise, realize
They’re super bad
Small chance a smart brother’s
Gonna be a victim of his own circumstance
Sabotaged, Shellshocked, rocked and ruled
Day in the life of a fool
Like I said before to live it low
Life take you time, time yo go slow
Look here, not a thing to fear
Brother to brother not another as sincere
Teach a man how to be father
To never tell a woman he can’t bother
You can’t say you don’t know
What I’m talkin’ ’bout
But one day … brothers gonna work it out
You got it … what it takes
Go get it … where you want it?
Come get it … get involved
‘Cause the brothers in the street
Are willing to work it out
Let’s get it on… we are willin’
Let’s get it on, let’s get it on … we are willin’
Let’s get it on, let’s get it on, let’s get it on … we are willin’
Now we are ready if you are ready
Public Enemy – Bring The Noise
Bass! How low can you go?
Death row. What a brother knows.
Once again back is the incredible
The thyme 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…
…Frarrakhan’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 of 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 the noise!
Never badder than bad ’cause the brother is madder than mad
At the fact that’s corrupt as a senator
Soul on 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’ll play this
Chorus: Turn it up! Bring the noise!
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 boost 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, 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 – 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
Verse II
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
I.
Gonna be bedlam
If he spread em
Da trigga is cocked
Nowhere to flock
II.
Gonna be bedlam
If he spread em
Pass da word
F what you heard
III.
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 – B Side Wins Again
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
Public Enemy – Anti Nigger Machine
When I’m talkin’ rhyme time
To blow your mind time some say
It’s nothing worse than a verse
To hear some nigger curse
They call me rude some dudes fiery attitude
Claimin’ I boast and smoke
And sometimes sing the blues
I twang metal and settle
Try to never back pedal
From the power some got
To get a nigger shot
The null and void I avoid
I test the paranoid
Never had to be bad
My mama raised me mad
So what I got is hot
I love my life a lot
I’m never sad just glad
That’s why I thank my dad
Once they never gave a fuck about
What I said
Now they listen and they want my head
Instead of peace the police
Just wanna wreck and flex
On the kid
What I did was try to be the best
So they fingered the trigger
Figured I was a bigger nigger
And started to search
An so I headed west
Went to cally a rally
Was for a brothers death
It was the fuzz who shot him
An not da blood or cuzz
I wondered why it was like
So I just held my mike
But in my mind I was blind
So I just tried to find
A reason we was quick
Just the way that we was
So I just stayed in the crib
Until I got a buzz…
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
Dont 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 – A Letter To The New York Post
Yo gee
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 P.E.
Get your shit correct
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 – 41:19
I come out my crib
Walk out on the block it¹s hot
Yo there¹s a black car parked on the corner hot boys
Tnt be creepin while niggas be on the side
Of the soda machine sleeping
Word up kid they seen what you did
In the car parked way down the block with binoculars
That¹s what they got.
Helicopters parked out on the roof
10 000 disposable cameras taking pictures for proof
You know what this is
That all y’all, get on the wall y’all
Take your worth out ya ass in the stall y’all
Or you take a mean bad fall y’all
Tnt they be playin for keeps
Wipe you off your teeth like cavity creep.
Word is born, your kids miss you when your gone
But life still goes on, you think they give a fuck?
Yo it¹s hot, what they got, 41 shots
Bad boys bad boys what ya gonna do
If you get caught by our muthafuckin crew
Shot 41 only hit 19
They need target practice, that¹s what it seems to me
Ally al is sharpton dan a tack
I¹ma be like ally al and fight ya back
What, do you want to go to war, you want war?
Do you want to go to war, you want war?
I¹ll bury all you cocka la roaches for breakfast
Shit you out and throw you in the water for the next fish
Cuz I can do that shit g
F-l-a-v-o-r f-l-a-v see.
To the highest degree times 3
That¹s what you get fuckin with my family
Word is born, your kids miss you when your gone
But life still goes on, you think they give a fuck?
Yo it¹s hot, what they got, 41 shots
Shootin at oj
Don¹t know if he did it
Racist mutherfuckers mad cause they ain¹t with it
The police get out the car searchin for nuthin
If you got sumthin, then they got you for sumthin
That¹s fucked up, the way they play dirty
Lock em up in jail until he¹s past thirty
They don¹t give a fuck about you
They don¹t give a fuck about me
I¹m past thirty three
Word is born, born is my word
I got you before my word fails
Fuck whatcha heard
I keep it real, you never catch me fakin
When it comes down to money that¹s what i¹m making
Don¹t try and take my shit yo, I know lex yo
I¹ll have a fit yo
I¹ll turn the whole mutherfuckin block on you yo
And that leaves you with nowhere to go
Secretly by the police you was hired
You my favorite customer I didn¹t know you was wired
A nik on the ground, covered by my feet
Ay yo rah get the heat
Word is born, your kids miss you when your gone
But life still goes on, you think they give a fuck?
Yo it¹s hot, what they got, 41 shots
Public Enemy – 1 Million Bottlebags
One million bottlebags count ‘em
Think they can bounce the ounce
And it get ‘em
Yo black spend 288 million
Sittin’ there waitin’ for the fizz
And don’t know what the fuck it is
An oh lemme tell you ’bout shorty
He about seventeen lookin’ like 40
Treats his 40 dog better than his g
When he gets a big b o t t l e
Oh he loves tha liquor
But look watch shorty get sicker
Year after year
While he’s thinkin’ it’s beer
But it’s not but he got it in his gut
So what the fuck
Yo niga what’s up
Now he’s hostile to a brother lookin’ out
But I ain’t mad I know what he about
He’s just a slave to the bottle and the can
‘Cause that’s his man
The malt liquor man
One million bags count ‘em all
Other man gets happy
Watch the killas drink 8 ball
Don’t know a damn thing
But his breath stinkin’
Then I ask a question you brother
What the fuck is you drinkin’
He don’t know but it flow
Out the bottle in a cup
He call it gettin’ fucked up
Like we ain’t fucked up already
See the man they call Crazy Eddie
Liquor man with the bottle in his hand
He give the liquor man ten to begin
Wit’ no change and he run
To get his brains rearranged
Serve it to the home they’re able
To do without a table
Beside what’s inside ain’t on the label
They drink it thinkin’ it’s good
But they don’t sell the shit in the white neighborhood
Exposin’ the plan they get mad at me I understand
They’re slaves to the liquor man
Back to my homeboy shorty
He can drink it down
And think nuttin’ about it
Pass it around and get tha 40 dog buzz
At the same time
Shorty can’t remember what day it was
Say I’m yellin’ is fact
Genocide kickin’ in yo back
How many times have you seen
A black fight a black
After drinkin’ down a bottle
Or a malt liquor six-pack
Malt liquor bull
What it is is bullshit Colt
45 another gun to the brain
Who’s sellin’ us pain
In the hood another up to no good
Plan that’s designed by the other man
But who drink it like water
One and on till the stores reorder it
Brothers cry broke but they still affordin’ it
Sippin’ it lick drink it down oh nooo
Drinkin’ poison but they don’t know
It used to be wine
A dollar and a dime
Same man, drink in another time
They could be hard as hell and don’t give a damn
But still be a sucker to the liquor man
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