They Used To Call It Dope Lyrics - Muse Sick-n-hour Mess Age - Public Enemy

Little piece of my heart like Janis, no Joplin 

But pure hip hoppin' as they try to ban us 

Crazy flight time, no jacket or ticket 

Wilson Picket had soul, fat tracks so the rappers can kick it 

Alan freed the waves as much as Lincoln freed da slaves 

It's here, I bleed and some bled until dead 

I got the rhythm from this headbanger who used to fly high 

And now he's just hangin' in da hanger 

Hangin' around homeless 

In a city of no hope, I can't cope 

And just to think see 

They used to call it dope