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