Yo yo whassup Ice man, you look upset Yo man, I got a lot of things on my man But I don't know if I should put it on record
Man go ahead and it man Let the know what's happenin' man You know out there sellin' out man Why they goin' out like that Yo, sellin' out like it nothin' man I ain't it
Dig it, I'm just a brother L.A. South Central, I life the fly way Used to bang and hustle but I for the big game got dumped for fame
Now I'm known and as creator of the crime rhyme But my lyrics are Because I'm the one that makes you think make a move I wrote 'Pusher', 'High rollers', and 'Colors' just to
I could kick game, and drop knowledge at the same time But one L.A. station play my records one time I'm to save my community But these bourgeoisie keep on doggin' me
They care about violence, drugs and gangs K J L H, you about nuttin' You just a of punk bourgeoisie black suckers And one's for me
You won't no Public Enemy You ain't playin' no Down Productions You ain't tryin' to the black community You just about your little ol' R&B bull
You all day and night I represent Los all over the United States And you did nothin' for me Think it
Hold up, I ain't finished on the tip There's a few more punks I got to rip All you chump MC's who out quick P.E. was on the top, you rode the tip
But now got problems and you suckers run Who's Chuck's real friends, does he really have You P.E. this, P.E. that in the air, proud to be black
Now they got static and you run like I heard an MC stand up for him once Maybe you suckers are just hopin' that they off So you can fill their shoes, nope boss
That's what the matter black people anyway We ain't down with nothin', I don't what you say Yell or lie, don't even How low will a brother go for a
Enemy broke a new rap age And now you ain't got nothin to say? Yo it's problem, Griff shouldn'ta said it E where's my Yo I'll go get it
'Cause it's for me to enforce some discipline Are you or not, are you out or in? Chuck Flav and Griff are my true I got their backs if it means my ends
All you so-called MC's with Public Enemy I heard nobody out there, tryin' to help my man out YouknowhatI'msayin'? is my man, I don't care what he said YouknowhatI'msayin'? And I gon' let them go out like that YouknowhatI'msayin'? Chuck, Ice got back Anybody out there got problems with Public Enemy, talk to me
Once again, I'm back in the mode I gotta my mind, it's time to unload On this government we've got If I lied like them, I I'd get shot
They sell drugs to and say it's us And when the are crooks, who can you trust? You only see young brothers in a bust to ashes, and dust to dust
My homey got a year for an ounce of While sells weapons to the enemy You gotta be blind not to see Our government is honest, nigga,
Cocaine can't be in the United States facts like this our government hates The young kids on the streets the enemy They're just ghetto youth money
They drugs, but who sells drugs to them? Try the C.I.A. my Or the F.B.I. or even Somebody's gettin' rich, damn ain't us
We're just killin' ourselves others laugh Look at the street, a cocaine bloodbath We gotta realize dope is pure Mess with drugs, breathin' your last breath Sellin' drugs is straight up They're gonna laugh, we all die
Sittin' up there thinkin' you're that money Hustlin' and all that, you're killin' brothers You stupid, straight up stupid
dope into your body, c'mon, youknowhatI'msayin'? You get somethin' goin' out there Get some brains, We are just ourselves cold out of the pocket
This for me, I make records for you But cut I straight out had to do There's topics in my I have to break 'Cause so many of you out there are so fake
If ya ain't they're no-one, cutthroats stabbers, scheamin' for banknotes And all of you out there know what I'm talkin' If you claim you're then never sell-out
Never out, youknowhatI'msayin'? You gotta stay down for You know I want it, sure as I'm I make records for you, but this for me
You what I'm talkin' 'bout out there There's ways to sell out left and But you ain't got to do thing's more important than money
I'm talkin' pride, I'm talkin' 'bout dignity You got it out All you got to do is stand on own two feet go out like no sucker Stay down, Peace