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Public Enemy is an American hip hop group consisting of Chuck D, Flavor Flav, Professor Griff and his S1W group, DJ Lord (DJ who replaced Terminator X in 1999), and Music Director Khari Wynn. Formed in Long Island, New York, in 1982, Public Enemy is known for their politically charged lyrics and criticism of the American media, with an active interest in the frustrations and concerns of the African American community. more »

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It's the same song heard over
And over and over
And over and over and over and over
Gotta tell me why the hell
They got a Mars Rover
When much of Arizona still can't grow a
Thing in dirt, I'm hurt
You don't know Solomon Burke or
James Brown did work
Or the son of Bazerk, Ike turner beats
Before he got meaner with Tina
When times were leaner
Cats did six shows, Horne at the Apollo
Holla dynamite shows below 5 dollars
Sax machines, don't be so mean
Heard were trumpets, c'mon, can you jump it?
Off over the Atlantic
Took the soul for granted
Air stole the soul like a bandit
Conditioning

Motown Stax put the soul to rest
Chess put the blues up in that chest
Sex shops backdrops
Joe Tex beats in the middle of hip hop
Get em out them seats
Fast cars and faster women
Take em to the limit the poetry of money
Taking names down with it
Sayin' no to techno, beat it up too quick
Dark chords livin' on a sick guitar lick
Mutated, faded, now I'm feelin' fella
Hate I can't find it without radar
Cross fader crossed over caught in the chaos
Can't hear want cause it costs some dollars
And the air snatched the
Soul and we abandoned
I think somebody planned it, conditioning

Please, please, please
Soul don't grow on trees
Why a blues show, very few blacks show
White folks from the front to the back row
We know what we know from the radio
Jazz show, even a rap show
Can still be no black show
Hot or not depends on the video
James Brown in town still few of us around
They don't even know flash
From another shakin' ass
Bet some cash, Soul is disappearin' fast
Dance halls sorry
They ain't hardly Bob Marley
Get that soul back on tracks tighten up
Don't always make them lyrics lighten up
If the soul y'all feelin'
Lemme hear you say "yeah!"
Don't you feel it in the air? Conditioning

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