Kevorkian Lyrics - There's A Poison Goin' On - Public Enemy

Start a war on the poor gettin' mad donations 

Takin' cheese out of poor nations 

Got Haitians still on sugar plantations 

Wiped 'em out called it exotic vacations 

As you dig it they set up regulations 

Turn the rest of the world into cancer patients 

What's the difference no buts ands or ifs 

Now I need a place to hide away 

Are you ready, are you ready? 

Who's the real docs of death 

Oh no, it's doctor death 

Killer man atomic B-Boys in Japan 

Another brother dies up in Sudan 

Kevorkian got the heads lookin' for that kill 'em 

Dead from the feds shit man 

Contaminated in sad predicaments 

Blood threats, blastin' continents 

Kings, queens dead presidents 

Can't tell me where my chiza went 

Take 'em down blow the house down blaw 

The evils got you wobblin' like weebles 

Thinking you equal, killin' lost people's 

No sequel remember Biko 

Who's the real docs of death 

Oh no, it's doctor death 

Whose the real docs of death 

Killin' millions 'til they're last breath 

Got no right to be dead ass wrong 

Killin' me softly with your songs 

Bring the noise but surrounded by cowboys 

Indigenous but wiped out diggin' new ditches 

Can you dig it turnin' tricks at the tip of politics? 

The devils slick, gettin' their head split 

I spit at those hypocrites 

So, I sticks to the music 

Think about it it's God 

You better get with the scene 

Keep you and I from being human beings 

You deserve what you deserve 

If you believe what he believes 

And into everything you leave 

Oh what a tangled web you weave 

When destroyed by the disease by 33 degrees 

Bringing Satan down to his knees