Hit Da Road Jack Lyrics - Greatest Misses - Public Enemy

I remember when us blacks were on our backs 

Across tracks where we live, now we packin' in Cadillacs 

Or Pontiac if you know what I'm sayin' 

Po' old nigg thinks it's a Caddy and now he's playin' mack daddy 

But that's all right I blame it all on Jack 

Who's Jack you ask me, you say, I say it every time 

But the rhyme goes into your head down to your toes 

And you missed me play it off like a diss, yo 

Let's go and diss the wick wick wack, wiggedy whack in fact 

I'm sayin' hit the road Jack for the hook 

I'll play it by the book for the track, I'll bring it back 

Look out, hit da road Jack 

Hit da road Jack 

Hit da road Jack 

Hit da road Jack 

Don't you come back, don't you come back 

Don't you come back, don't you come back 

Black is black and white is white 

That's all right if you're right, that's all right, no need to fight, yo 

Much respect if your nature's in check a little 

If not expect me to cock a doodle do a riddle 

Just actin' cracka proves to be a killer to me 

Like I refuse to be a negro but we grow to be people, people 

But our color had 'em playin' us out 

Like we was Cinderella 

But if you take it and break it down, full of noise 

But Jack and his boys keep doin' what they wanna do 

But hear me out Jack goes under color to kill one another 

'Cause some blacks act devil too 

And if you see him, you can tell by his act 

Not his word but his deed and we bleed all because of that 

Lifestyle of a dirty rat and if you act like that 

Step back and hit da road Jack 

Hit da road Jack 

Hit da road Jack 

Hit da road Jack 

Don't you come back, don't you come back, don't you come back 

Don't you come back, don't you come back, don't you come back 

Don't you come back, don't you come back, don't you come back 

Don't you come back, don't you come back 

Not Jack the Ripper or the Jack of Spades, I'm not jackin' for beats 

Let's get Jack the Raper, mothers cried while forefathers died from the whip 

And not a bit ever made the paper when I come they all run and hide 

And they quit and yell loud, here he come wit' dat black s*** 

I'm through wit' Jack bein' the quarterback of the scene 

He's played out like bell-bottom jeans, you know 

I took a line from the Main Source for that 

I know they feel the same, thank you, hit da road Jack 

Hit da road Jack 

Hit da road Jack 

Hit da road Jack 

Don't you come back, don't you come back 

Don't you come back, don't you come back 

Come back no more 

Don't you come back, don't you come back 

Don't you come back, don't you come back 

Don't you come back, don't you come back 

Come back no more, don't you come back