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Public Enemy

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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1999

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Stax of wax 55 high fulla tracks
New cats jackin' beats from way back
Pay for play only way to get them platinum plaques
Clear the racks jobbers slobbin' you for tax
Robbery A and R snobbery
Shit is killin' me softly with that same damn song
Makin' folk dumber in the summer
A bumer when they shot Willie in that Hummer
Keep it simple stupid means numbers
Payola dough white owned black radio
Runnin' on empty help go the desperado
So I bomb the toms and negros who pray to cash flow
No info to the masses as they shake their asses
No clue but I can't get my shit up in to you

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All fucked up ways must fall
Now the industry can't stop me
A vendetta to make the whole game better
They get the cheddar
All I got is a fuckin' letter
What I owe? What am I
Another number and a ho, they don't know
Time to see em go like dominoes
About time 'cause they endorsed the crime up in the rhyme
Got these new souls controlled goin' outta their mind
Missed what I said 'cause they don't even own their own heads
Go one go all I forgot they made robots outta some of y'all
Today all fucked up ways must fall
Today is up against the wall
Misled in the head fucked by quiet storms and love songs
Noddin' heads too hollow forgotten tomorrow
Swallowing all that shit that's shallow
Give the baby anything the baby wants
But that's how them bastards get us up in them caskets
Try to get me where they want me
Before some of them jump me
Go tell em I'm a start a rebellion
Educate the felons easy on yeah
Tell em what the f*ck am I yellin'
No tellin' you got them artists and artificials
If it ain't right I don't give a damn if it's sellin'
Recruits chasin' and racin' for that loot
Usin' usual drum loops so I salute my troops
I don't socialize or mingle, f*ck the promotionals
And you know what and that g-damn single
And the marketing team for that matter
It don't matter
DJ's gettin' dimes for time on a platter
I ain't gotta be high to jack so I hijack
Fm, radio, eff em turn it around mothafucka'
Gods to niggas, queens to bitches
Race against time see em all runnin' for the riches
Everything had its chance last dance
Some things change like them weather forecasts
Ha funny how shit don't last

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Crayola with that kid crayon shit
Crayola with them ol' spray on hits

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