Bedlam 13:13 Lyrics - Public Enemy

Huffed and he puffed 

Huffed and he puffed 

Blew tha house down 

Now how dat sound 

Never no never 

Give up gotta, gotta live up 

To my name 

Triple double in da rap game 

'Cause I ain't goin' niggatronic 

Smart enuff to know I ain't bionic 

Wit my main man Harry 

Not Connick 

Rather rap my black as of 

Getcha hooked on phonics 

Good enuff to know no endo 

Through it out tha window 

Along wit tha Super Nintendo 

I'm a strict daddy 

Got dat right 

God damn right 

But have a good time, Dynomite 

It's just that I don't talk 

That same ol' crap 

(Shit) 

'Cause papa got a brand new 

Bag fulla rap 

(Hitz) 

The world don't work no more no more 

The world wont work no more 

Ain't gonna woek no more no more 

My main knick knack paddy wack 

C'mon and give a damn 

Confrontational man 

Is what I am, is what I am 

I'm tearin' down da house that Jack built 

'Cause he killed whoever he wanted and hunted 

And tax the backs of the environment macks 

Who plan in da silence of the scams 

A world dat won't work 

No more, no more 

Mother earth gets treated like a whore 

And he doeth great wonders 

So that he maketh fire come 

Down from heaven on the earth 

In sight of men 

Toms to the left of me 

Bombin' to the right 

World good night 

He got destruction 

In his appetite 

On a platter a planet 

To him it doesn't matter 

3-2 at the plate 

Up go the greedy batter 

Environmental alarm 

To all not some 

Good God 

'Cause we don't get two of 'em 

I was told that oil and water don't mix 

But the new world order 

Got a disorder 

And so I diss 

Cuss my disgust, if I must 

One earth is da birth outta all of us 

And so I diss after the math 

Disaster wit a European autograph 

Gonna be Bedlam 

If he spread 'em 

Da trigga is cocked 

Nowhere to flock 

Gonna be Bedlam 

If he spread 'em 

Pass da word 

F what you heard 

Gonna be Bedlam 

If he spread 'em 

Glock is cocked 

Now drop da props 

Gonna be Bedlam 

If we spread 'em 

The day the whole world 

Couldn't do it 

Repent 

Oh no! 

Check the preacher what he spent 

One way ticket to God to fix scars 

Woman and man runnin' the land sea and air poor 

Do we all go the way of the dinosaur? 

Or to hell and back attack 

The new clear fog got us sniffin' like 

Atomic dogs 

Pocket fulla pimp daddy moves 

Put a code on a can 

Whatta hell of a man, shootin' 

Trigga pollution, planet prostitution 

Uprootin' da third 

We go to the way of the bird 

Can't do whatcha want to da place 

Don't waste my place 

Where you from? 

We only got one