Альбом Public Enemy

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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
Strong songs survive
On records
95 beats per second
Get it mike on the guitar cmon wreck it

You go ooh ahh there go them superstars, of soul
20 times better than gold, stax,
Keep it here
Cuttin them tracks, relax
Pop them fingers, play it barkays
Jumpback baby
Soul gotcha crazy
Cold feet thanks
For the groove
And them bomb beats
To make me move

Color of dead
Looks like the future is history

Why you dissin me
Aint no mystery

On the outside peekin in
End of your freeride
No way you can win
Beginnin of the end

Of your liberal friends who pretend

Everythings changed
While nuthins changed much
Uhh this is chuck

Stays to the left of this
And to the right of that

Just black where my mind be at
Shit wheres the rest of my cats?

High trees catch a lotta wind my friend

My shits in a bind
Fine line between aware and blind
Dont mind
Some of them aint got a mind

Mind over matter

They dont mind
And we dont matter

I flock to refugees
Who flock to me

The roots the coup
And kick aside the genocide and the juice

Comedians actors nuclear reactors
Players and ballplayers
Singers dancers and rhyme sayers

Why do us like you do
Ska doo
Fuck da residue
Frustrated 5 on 2s
No breaks for madd crews
Nowwho the fuck is you
Sick a you

Community hoesis
Who posin as moses
In street clothist
Who be the closest who blows it

Every ryme be for the future of mankind

Crazy heads cuttin off the dreds
Ruin health
Wit no knowledge of self

Incomin taxes breakin backs off a blacks

Who done 400 years in this abyss?
And so im pissed the fuck at this new whirl odor
So i piss

Some things in the air
When the smoke clears

Will it only be white folks and black jokes

How many be gone

If they bomb barbershops and hair salons

Time to dot com

Before they rub out clubs
Where you get your drink on

Mother father sister bro
Love is the message

But war be the front page
In this mess-age

Ghetto celebs spread by the hundred
Macked by the same tactics
Wit us in a tundra

Goin under

Avoidin cries from sodimized

Society

Scary getting screwed without a dictionary

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Celebrity the new drug
In America
Gotta have it
Gotta be it
So the young ones can see it
Watch out now
Looka here now
In these rich or die tryin times
Y'all see the greed that I see
Got these cats
Whipped by TV
3 generations of fatherless women
We drownin instead of swimmin
This ain't what y'all asked for
That's what they locked ya ass up for
And they closed the door
Beyond these streets
These kids, they be always watchin
See it ain't been the same
Since Teen Summit left the game
Off the air, who cares?
Now kids get programmed
Ask their peoples
Who buy them almost everything the stars wear
People see, people do
Y'all see the new pied pipers
They got a hold on you
Back to the boogaloo
Get a shot
So you don't catch the flu
Don't get shot
And get a hole in you

(Can I get an amen?)
Maybe I'm
Preachin' to the quiet

You see, I'm talkin advanced
But goin back at the same time
Rewind
So what, some of this song don't rhyme
Like I said
Most of us get ghetto at the wrong time
Fear
So leave a little room for god
Up in here
Back in the day
Even real pimps, hustlers, players
Told young cats
C'mon get your lives on track
These raps you hear today
Is a bad ass act
I'm here to tell it
Like it ought to be
It ain't no kids fault to me
35 years old
Actin 16
Know what I mean
You don't work, mean you don't eat
You need more than a ball
And some bomb ass beats
New kicks on your feet
Need your mind in these times
To compete
Make your world complete
Sweet not sour
That's what I call fightin the power

Here it is, no fable
I put it all on the table
Spendin my time
Identifyin who behind
Some of these labels
Who profit off the spit
Some of the same way same cats
That owned them ships
Yes
It's a business
But slavery was too
Prison industrial complex
New slavery lookin
To own you
Ownin the labels, stations, jails and cemeteries
Thug life
Turnin hip hop into a one stop shop
Somebody behind
Makin up your own damn mind
Signed, sealed delivered
In a nigger package
So dumb you can't hear
The ignorance protected
By the backpacker
Who co-signed the say so
Claimin they dug the flow
Filled wit Jim Crow
Return of the old negro
How you gonna say no to drugs
If you don't say no to thugs
See the government
Sweep it deeper
Under the rug

Maybe
Maybe I'm
Preachin' to the quiet

Talk the talk
Walk the walk

I'm preachin' to the quiet

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As long as the people got something to say

Now, we don't control shit
No education enforcement economics
Depending on them governments
Now we forever in a plantation state
Damn, yeah you know that's why I hate hate
I wanna do something for the people
To make us equal
Instead of creatures
Who got human features
Let the whole world reach you
Things classrooms can't teach you
Now can you dig it?
Sing the song till we all get along
Feed the poor
Damn the law
When they trained 'em, taught 'em
Killed 'em when they caught 'em
Set up wet up
Then they no longer could afford 'em
Put disease across the seas
Got the earth on their knees
Get it
As long as the people got something to say

As long as the people got something to say

At this critical junction the
Administration can't function
Taking our civil liberties over
High price luncheons it's nothin'
When your considered a sheeple
As long as the people got something to say
"We the people"

They need a war to justify the
Taking of lives, they manage
The lie behind the lie behind the lie
Now you can't run and hide
It's high tech genocide
They never taught you the truth
Or, how to survive
They clone doctors to put a spin on it
Hip hop heads to shook to pull the cover off it

It may effect their sales tip the scale
The way it looks you'll end up dead or in jail.

We busy spinning and grinning on 26's you sitting
Change your god for your wealth
Thinking heaven your gettin'

You must be pre-sistance in mass resistance
Love thy enemy and make this commitment
To engage in struggle, with a clench fist lift it
Be true to self before the G.O.D. ends this.

Yo! Public enemy we back in your.........

As long as the people got something to say

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