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Public Enemy
Public Enemy


Информация
Откуда Long Island, New York, U.S.
Жанры Hip-hop
Hardcore Hip-Hop
Годы 1986—н.в.
Лейблы Def Jam Recordings
Columbia Records
Play It Again Sam
См. также Anthrax
Ice Cube
The Bomb Squad
Boogie Down Productions
Сайт Website
Состав
Chuck D
Flavor Flav
Professor Griff
DJ Lord
The S1W
Бывшие участники
Terminator X
Sister Souljah



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Текст песни "Escapism"


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

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