Can You Hear Me Now Lyrics - How You Sell Soul To A Soulless People Who Sold Their Soul? - Public Enemy

[VERSE 1] 

Damn if I be some slave again 

Got no fake ass friends no timbs or rims 

Sure nuff got no designer names 

And i never played no video games 

I aint got no diamond rings 

No bling, bling, no minks 

No 2 earrings 

No pimp glasses mugs 

Or cups and things 

Or whatever the hell they be 

Carryin 

Dont treat my highs too high 

Or my lows too low 

You wont see my soul souled on no video 

Bdont need no checks to get no chicks 

Or be some hypocrite to get you on my 

So let the young sing and rap to the young 

As long as yall dont think freedom 

Is free to be dumb 

[VERSE 2] 

Its suicidal to think im your american idol 

Hypnotic trapped in a 3000 mile box 

Chicks bobby sox today be botox 

Now that hip hops the new so called rock 

Parents dressin the outside 

Of their kids 

An what they wear 

Instead of stressin the inside 

Way back , my peoples gave me pride 

Now in 2004 i aint gotta hide 

If you cant afford it just leave it to the side 

Cause you looking real stupid with that tear in your eye 

Gotta a 1994 hear you talkin 

But its damn sure better than walkin 

It might be old, it sure aint gold 

Better than stylin in the cold 

It aint no rolls,so wont get stoled 

But you wont see me walking on no side of the road 

[VERSE 3] 

At the age i am now 

If i cant teach 

I shouldnt even open up my mouth begin to speak 

I need some radio 

To help me reach 

But i heard they get their money on 

By makin you weak 

Drowning in the sea of 

Some big dose of now 

No past no future 

Let the young grow wild 

Aint gave em nuttin 

Some done robbed the child 

From substance 

Dont currr , fill em up wit style 

Like hip hop started on trl, like wow 

Took the game and made it a gdamn shame 

Hell wit history you dont even 

Know my name 

I aint the same damn thing 

That yall used to playin 

Im non stop rocket 

Headin to your brain 

Now thats what im sayin 

[VERSE 4] 

I may not got no flow 

But i aint pimped by no negro 

Backed by some 

Cracka wit 

His ass by the door 

Therefore 

I can never be poor 

Cause my mind , body, and soul 

Cannot be sold 

Priceless 

So i avoid the trifelin 

Worms in my cipher 

Stuff yall cant get enough off 

Gots no time for 

Somebodys jail 

My time is just like the US mail 

My time is richer 

Than them new astro pitchers 

I be damn if my face 

Be under some picture 

Where you heard the nword 

So save your liquid 

Pe we just here to flip it 

Find somebody new to get wit 

The next time you hear a 

Cat who cant Stand or even look in the mirror