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[Chuck D: x4 in the background]
Raw shit, hardcore hits

Yes, live, rap's back again
You in tune to the real, Truth Soldier radio
The _Sonic Jihad_
Where you with us, or you against us
of the world unite
It's Enemy

[Verse 1: D]
GOD DAMN I state my fist uplifted
In a state where our is severely twisted and
abused, I'm used to rhythm of
I've been fightin shit with the volume level up to
ten and spendin my time on the rhyme
as my brothers are killed with no justice
or peace, in the middle of
And I was out on the Isle when the two fell
So now you're gonna that the war is won
and what's done is done, an _Son of a Bush_
I've been before, "got a letter from government"
underneath, my front door
The poor get fucked while the rich is amused
And what's left of the Bill of Rights is pimped and
While the patriots actin kings
But the black is back, I'm all in the noise I bring!

[Chuck D: x4 in the background]
Raw shit, hardcore hip-hop

[Flavor
Yeah that's right, Public Enemy #1 in New York
Enemy #1 in Chicago
Public Enemy #1 in
Enemy #1 in Oakland
Public Enemy #1 in
Public Enemy #1 in
Enemy #1 in Indiana
Also Enemy #1 in L.A., boyeee

2: Paris]
Ask why we just get by
we struggle to maintain, bring sight to the blind
Up against the machine the _Bush Killer_
In between the and the public that's trained
Where companies profit off black death
And house nigga rap thugs sell murder to
Where the maintains all thought control
And fake news serve to rot the soul
We all unified to fight, keep the message and black
Open up your eyes, see the enemy and that
lyin, free your mind, we combine
To combat the perpetrator of the design
With fake patri-ots and religion the
blind and repressed, both practicin hate
Both followin the of people never concerned
with justice the motive is the profit return
we justice motivate and positive return
We

[Chuck D: x4 in the
Raw shit, hip-hop hits

Yeah, all day we bring believe
All day everyday the extreme
All day we bring believe
Yeah, all day everyday we the scheme

3: MC Ren]
Worldwide vendetta, these reperations above
We got to fuckin get it
So each one, one, fo' the straggle
Bein in America's some shit to juggle
They won't motherfuckers a job
They wanna you in the pen when you forced to rob
But the is back, with the Black Panther of rap
Paris my nigga, you other never got bigger
I make whole system quiver
With the street shit I'ma deliver, from my
Here I go again people to death
America hold yo' breath, we the last
And got my black ass on the bottom
You motherfuckers in the jury why I shot 'em
I shot down one, to get away two
Now tell me what the am I supposed to do

[Chuck D: x4 in the
Raw shit, hip-hop hits

Flav]
Bust it, Public Enemy #1 in D.C.
Enemy #1 in New Jersey
Public #1 in Cleveland, Ohio
Public Enemy #1 in Alabama
Public #1 in Tennessee
Public Enemy #1 in
Public #1 in Philly, in Atlanta
Also we're Public #1 in St. Louis

[Outro: Flav]
But let tell you a somethin man
I'm tired of all these and all these coneheads
You know what I'm sayin? I'ma you somethin
There's nuttin but spies out there, you know what I'm
Somebody is out there with the binoculars
always lookin out they window, and you know who know, that
You see everybody that see you, you know what I'm sayin?
So yo, to all you spies, creatin but lies, yo
In your face you need but pies, pies, pies
Cold pies, you know what I'm
You know how go G

D]
Public #1