Put a curse on you. . I do you like a witch doctor. Triple hex put on your soul. Ain't no one gonna stop the torture. I put you through putting pins through your voodoo doll.
AK-47 pointed at y'all, motherfucker. I ain't gonna be shy about it at all, my brotha. Bust the heat shit, duck the precinct. Ya trust your freak bitch, we all gon' fuck her, god damn.
cant understand some of these. rhymin in circles. now patroitic emcees. on bent knees. by six degrees. lord have mercy. even the voice of god rehearses.
[Chuck D]. Public Enemy.... Public Enemy... c'mon!. Public Enemy.... Public Enemy.... . Pump the music, pump the sound! (Public Enemy). Once again we gonna do it like this.
Yo, Chuck, bust a move, man. I was on my way up here to the studio. Ya know what I'm sayin'? An' this brother stop me an' ask me. "Yo, wassup with that brother Chuckie D? He swear he nice".
Yo, Chuck, bust a move, man. I was on my way up here to the studio. Ya know what I'm sayin'? An' this brother stop me an' ask me. "Yo, wassup with that brother Chuckie D? He swear he nice".
With vice I hold the mike device. With force I keep it away of course. And I'm keepin' you from sleepin'. And on stage I rage. And I'm rollin'. To the poor I pour in on in metaphors.
And you thought the beat slowed down. Power to the people. Get on up, get into it, get involved. Feel the bass as the cut revolves. To the brothers wit the eight oh eight.
She wants a lover right now. But not no brother. Her man gotta have a lotta money. To get under her cover. Now she's a fine sister. But up here she's missin' it.
Jesus is the best thing that happened to the game. Since the tennis shoe was invented. . On the outs I lace up, the world I face up. To score on anybody, it's war on everybody.
Tell me what you don't like about yourself?. Uh, I need liposuction under my chin and everywhere. I hate the bump on my nose, I hate my breasts. And my stomach has stretch marks, they make me sick.
Check this out. This is Chuck D. . And this is Flavor Flav. And Public Enemy is lettin' y'all know about black history month. . February is Black History Month.
Check this out. This is Chuck D of Public Enemy. . And this is Flavor Flav, boy. . Yeah. And if you want to fight the power. You have to be the power.
Power, equality. And we're out to get it. I know some of you ain't wid it. This party started right in 66. With a pro-black radical mix. Then at the hour of twelve.
Couldn't believe your eyes. When you see what the fuck is comin'. Psyclones all you sorry mothafuckas runnin'. The city has turned to renegades. With guns and blades.
We came to drop these styles; it's no shock. We rock 'til the cops come and knock non-stop. . We come from psycho cities and blocks. We're raisedby gunshots low life in hip hop.
I got mad visions, pictures and premonitions. Of war drums and suicide missions. Prosecution, execution, revolution, mass confusion. All over ready for war, I'm a soldier.
Pico-union (x2). . Ain't no love (x4). . We're missing in action living in a time when it's in fashion. To be gun flashing, blasting that's why we ain't lasting.
FULL CLIP, PLUG 'DAT PUSS!!. Hit it from the back and blow out that bush. Tappin' nedens, taggin' nedens, that be my thing. Know my bitches from they taggles, muthafuck a name.
[Intro: Proof]. Yeah, ha hah!. It's your boy DJ Seven-Duece. It's a lot of hoes in here fellas, ha hah!. So why you lookin at that other nigga?. Ha hah! All the ladies with burgundy hair get in free!.