What Side You On? Lyrics - Public Enemy

It's overtime 

So the lyric 

They fear it 

When they hear it 

The flow 

100 Miles and runnin 

Get near it 

And go 

Check it out 

Go 

To the race 

Give the drummer a taste 

The bass iz commin commin 

Suckas runnin from it 

Damn, why you call him 

The man 

Here I am scramm 

Never ran 

Never fight the black 

From Iraq 

Or Iran 

Who bombed Japan 

Blood on his hands 

Part of a plan 

He don't really believe 

In uhh! God damn 

If it comes down to shuttin 

Them down 

I'm in the hood surrounded 

Tell em I'm grounded 

I'm on that psycho analytical 

Tip if politics iz stickin to 

The mix 

Like tricks 

I'm one more time givin time 

Where the rhyme go 

Elite to the street 

To the brothas doin death row 

So where ya at 

If the beat ain't fat 

Say what 

C'mon 

And get some 

Rattle rattle 

Kiss and I hum 

Come can you 

Get it on the one 

C'mon pick it up 

Pick it at 

Pack it at 

Pack it up 

To the black 

Who be talkin 

Where they at 

Where they at 

Wicked wild 

Feelin irie 

Not sorry 

Get it see it written down in a diary 

Same say fuck all dat 

Political shit 

But wanna get paid when 

Their brains in the second grade 

Nowhere to run, here they come come 

Nowhere to run, here they come come 

I'm a fan first 

I reverse another trick verse 

To the point 

Where I can rock dis funky joint 

In the brain game, I'm keepin my head clear 

In 33 years so what 

I never had a beer 

I don't know what I'm missin 

I'm not dissin 

But I know I ain't ass kissin 

Time to draw the line 

This time the rhyme 

Got da good guy goin gettin da nine 

Cause I know the hoody 

Got it good wit the hitman 

Can I get a hitman 

Know I'm duckin nat quicksand 

The funky automatic 

Handlin static 

Sellin out I ain't good at it 

And when I got bumbed 

I'm gonna open up 

Hitt em up stone to da bone 

But it ain't gotta be like that 

And thats that 

Can u tell me yall, what 

All in wit the law 

They fall in 

The great white hole where they 

Be sellin their soul 

Never get enough 

They be talkin dat roughneck shit 

Be comin they quit 

Fuck dat blood iz ticker 

Than water shit 

That shit iz counterfeit 

Devil go where da shoe fit 

Black mans law iz raw like Africa 

You violate 

Were comin after ya 

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