Revolution

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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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2005

4:21

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We was raised in these streets on pork and poison meat
Now I recognize the beast and bare the mark of the gold teeth 
Puff on the rolled leaf and bust on the police
While y'all playas are fakin bacon we cook the whole beef.
I put it down plain, I stimulate the left and right brain
Cell by cell and frame by frame.
Names, dates, are all inmaterial. 
I big dick sick ryhme killer like cereal. 
I burn like venerial, 
And spit that imperial wizardry that climbs right through 
The curcitry.
Choake your team for their cream 
But that's as far as we go
Drop shit like seaguls and smash your little ego.
I get visions like stevie and coleco,
Give me two thousand live people
One late show no sequel.
Ain't no equal in the flesh
I been through more evil than men do.
Nasty off the head and with the pen too!

Now I'm pissed
Easy to rhyme on tracks like this
The more things change
The more they remain the same
These games them vidiots 
Playin' on the brink of insane
Must be a hockey rink
Lost in their drink
In pursuit of plain Jane
I think man they think a revolution be pretty in pink
Now in these new tracks 
Some of these cats don't know how to act
All them criminal acts ain't got nothin' to do with rap
One hand cuffuffed behind them backs in black
Quiet riot ,y'all cant hear one hand clap
Revolution is more than what you hear and what you see
The mass reintroduction 
Of society to society
Together we got 100 years of sobriety
These clones 
Who be flippin' like new phones be surprisin' me
Turned out
They happy just to be in the house
So I'm a call emout
I ain't no church mouse
Luvout

I master rap
Write a 16 and half of that
Then eat some mix greens after that 
My raps niggerish black like licorice 
While wack rappers get rich off some jibberish
The hoods begging for deliverance"g" 
I'm just a hood figure to deliverance this
L y should get into the "sy"
I'm thinking me and pe should have passed it on
Society's the menace
He get's more love than tennis
On the road to riches
Cause revolutions expensive
Finance whips. 
Finance clips spend our chips
In the ghetto raising rebelz with some fine ass tits.
No champagne no campaign no ice on my wrist
While bred'z dipp'n on fedz sipp'n on crys
Out of my mind Ethiopian wine on my lips
Still ain't signed the master mind
The masters mine. hey!

Back in your dome where the rebelz Rome
The greatest weapon in the hands 
Of the oppressor is the mind of the oppressed

Public enemy the seventh octave we out

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