Public Enemy MKLVFKWR

Moby pemoby pemoby pemoby pe

[Chuck]

Just gonna drop this on one of them moby beats

Here we go

Cmon

Put your hands in the air

Allright / yall

Cmon

Put your hands in the air

Allright / now

Cmon

Put your hands in the air

Allright/ yall

Cmon

Put your hands in the air

Allright / now

Fingers in the air

Like you really give a damn

Peace sign up

Lemme hear you say yeah

Power to the people

Put your hands in the air

Peace sign high

Like you really do care

Fingers in the air

Like you really give a damn

Peace sign up

Lemme hear you say yeah

Power to the people

Put your hands in the air

Peace sign high

Like you really do care

Cmon

Cmon

Put your hands in the air

Allright / yall

Cmon

Put your hands in the air

Allright / now

Rather be sittin just a gettin it

Power to the people not the governments

Capitalists,communists, terrorists

Swear to god i dont know the difference

Makin new slaves outta immigrants

Wanna know where all that money went

Another trillion spent by the goverment

Here the bomb go. sent by the president

Power to the people

Cause the people want peace

Power to the people

Cause the people want peace

Power to the people

Cause the people want peace

Power to the people

Cause the people want peace

Cmon

Put your hands in the air

Allright / yall

Cmon

Put your hands in the air

Allright / now

Tell the leaders

They gotta feed us

Grand theft oil

Gonna bleed us

New whirl odor

Doesnt need us

Call for peace

Better heed us

Dictators

Human haters

Hand on the bomb , mass debators

Finger on the button infiltrators

Mklvfkwr

Peace will save us

Cmon

Put your hands in the air

Allright / yall

Cmon

Put your hands in the air

Allright / now

Cmon

Put your hands in the air

Allright / yall

Cmon

Put your hands in the air

Allright / now

[Flav]

Check one two we want everybody to put this sign up in the air

And at the count of three

Everybody tell me what this sign means

Peace

Cmon

Put your hands in the air

Allright / yall

Cmon

Put your hands in the air

Allright now/

Cmon

Put your hands in the air

Allright / yall

Cmon

Put your hands in the air

Allright now/

Power to the people

Cause the people want peace

Power to the people

Cause the people want peace

Power to the people

Cause the people want peace

Power to the people

Cause the people want peace

Public Enemy Show Em Whatcha Got

Talkin dat drive by shit

Everybody talkin dat gangsta shit

Talkin dat drive by thang

Everybody talking dat gangsta swang

Slaves to the rhythm of the master

Buck boom buck another

Neighborhood disaster

(Drummer hit me one)

A gun iz a gun iz

A muther fuckin gun

But an organized side

Keep a sellout niga on the run

What you gonna do to get paid

Step on the rest of the hood

Till the drug raid

See you runnin like roaches

Black gangstas need track coaches

The white law set you up raw

When you have his trust in killin us

Talkin dat gattalk

Walkin dat catwalk

Where you tryin to go wit dat

Dont even go dere wit dat rap

Guns drugs an money

All you know how

So whatcha gonna do now?

I’m bout ready to bounce

Trouble on the corner of blunt ave

An 40 ounce

Madd uncivilized lifestyles

30 years bids for kids, now thats wild

I’m raisin my child

I’m steppin to da curb

Wit a sign do not disturb

Too much dont give a fuck

Or a damn thing

But choose what the other man bring

I sing a song cause I see wrong

I’m not down with the fe fi fo

Where I come from

See, the brothers aint dumb

Sense goes over nonsense

When it makes no sense

I’m throwin up da fence

Talkin dat drive by shit

Everybody talkin dat gangsta shit

Talkin dat drive by thang

Everybody talkin dat gangsta swang

Talkin dat gattalk

Walkin dat catwalk

Were you tryin to go wit dat

Dont even go there wit dat rap

Guns drugs & money

All you know how

So whatcha gone do now?

[Break]

The only good niga iz a dead niga

Dats what they used to say

Cant understand why a man

Gotta use a trigga

On his own, suppose to act grown

Cracka in da back

Watch a brother pull a trigga on another brother

Couldn’t shoot and shot a mother

Four kids alone home

Ungrown & now they on they own

Now check yourself cool

What good iz da hood if ya actin a fool

Talkin dat gattalk, walkin dat catwalk

Public Enemy Mind Terrorist

Take that, ha ha, yeah boy

Best for your face

Take that, ha ha, yeah boy

Best for your face

Take that, best, best for your face

Best for your face, best for your face

Take that, ha ha, yeah boy

Best for your face

Take that, ha ha, yeah boy

Best for your face

Take that, ha ha, yeah boy

Best for your face

Take that, ha ha, take that

Take that, ha ha, take that

Take that, ha ha, take that

Best, best, best, best for your face

Public Enemy Public Enemy Service Announcement #1

Check this out

This is Chuck D of Public Enemy

And this is Flavor Flav, boy

Yeah

And if you want to fight the power

You have to be the power

Strengthen the mind

And bury the weapons that you need to win

Stay in school and stay away from drugs

That’s right

If you don’t wanna be a goner

Stay away from the drugs on the corner

Public Enemy salutes the youth of today

You are the power of tomorrow, boy

Public Enemy Swindlers Lust

[Flav] Yeah back it up

[Chuck] Vultures of culture

A dollar a rhyme, but we barely get a dime

Uh-huh, check it out

[Chuck D]

If you don’t own the master, then the master own you

Who you trust, from Swindler’s Lust? (GEYEAH!)

From the back of the bus, neither one of us

control the fate of our soul, in Swindler’s Lust

Hickory dickory dock

Hand in my pocket, rob me for my chocolate (eheheheh)

Mo’ dollars, mo’ cents, for the Big Six

Another million led to bled, claimin innocence

Is it any wonder why black folks goin under —

— cause niggaz be sold in bundles

No pressure, tell me why they don’t care

Rap and R&B pavin the streets of Bel-Air

From the sales of singers, no longer here

The bigger killer, get the bigger share (eheheheh)

Now the ones I attack, negroes got their back

No, eighty/twenty is a wack contract

Forever lack, the voice of real blacks

Stole rock’n’roll and ain’t gave it back (yea yea)

Started off my defense, now they’re the ones I defend against

who fell up into the tricks

“Fuck the Fight the Power shit; get that Chuck D nigga fixed,

and keep him up out of the mix”

Well hell, tell em Chuck don’t suck no dick

Be an ass, and that ass get kicked

Hand in my pocket, rob me for my chocolate

Watch em swindle yo’ ass and turn a profit

If you don’t own the master, then the master own you

Who you trust, from Swindler’s Lust?

From the back of the bus, neither one of us

control the fate of our soul, in Swindler’s Lust

They don’t care about me, they don’t care about you

They don’t care about you and your crew

your family neighborhood and plus, heh,

they don’t give a damn about us

[Flav] One thing about them, they like to exploit though

[Chuck] Vultures of culture

[Flav] They like to exploit little suckers

[Chuck] A dollar a rhyme — while we barely get a dime

[Chuck D]

Profit off the soul of black folk

Turn em into bitches, niggaz, and stupid ass jokes

Laugh with us? Or laughin at us? That’s what I’m guessin

We in the Rutgers program with that question

They came in and sat at the feet (uh-huh) of our ancient ancestors; they learned (yeah) they took it back.

They came back, then they imitated (right)

Once they got enough, they came back and destroyed

[Chuck D]

Laughin all the way to the bank; remember them own the banks

and them god damn tanks (god damn right)

Now what company do I thank? Ain’t this a bitch

Heard they owned slaves, in a ship that sank

[Flavor Flav]

Aight aight aight aight yo yo

Where all the Louie’s? Where my Louie’s? Ehehe

[Chuck D]

If you don’t own the master, then the master own you

Who you trust, from Swindler’s Lust?

From the back of the bus, neither one of us control the fate of our soul, in Swindler’s Lust

This to the blues people in the Delta

This for everybody in the 50’s that didn’t, get their money

Little Richard gettin half of a penny

All of the super soul singers of the 60’s

All the bands of the 70’s on the outside lookin in

All the people that didn’t make a DIME

off their session playin

And even the rappers in the 80’s and 90’s

still tryin to get paid, from what they put in, yeah

If you don’t own the master, then the master own you

Who you trust, from Swindler’s Lust?

From the back of the bus, neither one of us

control the fate of our soul, in Swindler’s Lust

Hmm..

Public Enemy Last Mass Of The Caballeros

Madd Topics

No You Can’t Stop It

Like How Much They Paid For That Rocket?

People In The Hood

Really Ain’t Got Shit

How Much Got Spent By The President

Where My Money Went

Livin Here Separate

Even Heads Gotta Nerve Yellin Represent

Beat Down Cribs Funky Ghetto Adlibs

Gadgets, Value Jets, Half Lit Cigarettes

City Limits

Put My Whole Soul In It

I Been Waitin Too Long To Get Where I’m Goin

Hatas Dissin This Flowin

Thinkin Ball And Rap

Is The Greatest Thing From Blacks

Hype Watch A Sucka Run To It

Seems Like A River Runs Thru It

Simple To Do It

Pass The Can Around

Try To Help One Another

The Pimp Got Tricks

That He Learned From The Other

Go By The Color You’ll Discover

Damn Everybody Ain’t No Brother

Just When You Thought It Was Safe

I’m Dubbing Madd Breaks On Ol CIA Tapes

Ain’t No Stoppin Who

In This Country Tis Of You

It’s Monkey See Monkey Do

Now In The Age Of Followin The Celebrity Rage

A 12 Gauge Flipped The Whole Page

The Score Lopsided In A One Sided War

Could Be More Then What You Bargained For

Six Pack Weasels Pumped Up By Their Own Press Releases

Till The Capital Ceases

Ain’t No Difference Tween Black And White

Except The Green In Between Yeah Right

Know What I Mean

Spook That Sat By The Sound

Black Like James Brown

It’s Been Goin Down

Spirit In Your Dark Ass Direction

Projection Controls Perception

Got You Guessin In The Art Of Deception

Indexes Confusin Rolexes For Rolodexes

Another Brother Fried In Texas

Spent My Best Pay Days Hittin Off Exes

Turn It Up Turn It Up

Analysis Of The Situations

Bringing Forth Alarming Revelations

Cigars 100,000 Dollar Cars / What

Most Of Us Do The Laundry In The Bus

Is We Blessed Cause Fast Foods Processed

Will The Last Be First Can The First Be Less?

Got No Leverage

Madd Thirst For The Beverages

Now The Funk Got Us Dead N Drunk

Got Your Drink On But Got No Think On

Now You Got Beef Wanna Knock Out Teeth

Against The Land Of The Lost / Gettin Tosses

6 Daze A Week Of Course To The Bosses

Old Timers / Preachin As Born Again Rhymers

In The School Gotta Walk Men

Graduates Can’t Talk Man

Lyin Between The Chalk Man

Shakin That Money Maker

That MTV Honey Is A Faker

Let Ill And Al Take Her

Deaded Borders Separated By The Waters

Stats And Surveys / Be Off Like Saturdays

Madd Killers Reproducin Like Caterpillars

What’s On Your Mind On The Welfare Line

Cuttin Medicaid Got Us Droppin Like Flies

Words From The Wise Comin From The Dead

Not Alive

Public Enemy Can’t Do Nuttin’ For Ya Man

Runnin’ for your life, by the knife

Runnin’ from your wife … yipes

You should’ve stuck with home

Your mind to blow your dome

It was you that chose your due

You built a maze you can’t get through

I tried to help you all I can

Now I can’t do nuttin’ for you man

I can’t do nuttin’ for ya man

You got all these people on your back now

I can’t do nuttin’ for ya man

Flavor flav got problems of his own

I can’t do nuttin’ for you man

Go lean on shells answer man

I can’t do nuttin’ for ya man

You jumped out of the jelly into a jam

Make ya love the wrong instead of right

Not a thief cat burglar through the night

cop told your girl her name was Shirl

About a rooftop crime to steal her pearls

Oozy down the bullets in the gun

Just microwave themselves a ton

The you tried to help them all they can

But they couldn’t do nuttin’ for ya man

I can’t do nuttin’ for ya man

They couldn’t do nuttin’ for ya man

Flavor Flav is the sun

Public Enemy number one

Gotcha runnin’ from the gun (pow)

Of a brain that weighs a ton

Can’t face my facts that’s on the shelf

Cause you want a hand out for your wealth

Eatin’ welfare turkey out of the can

I can’t do nuttin’ for ya man

I can’t do nuttin’ for ya man

You want six dollars for what?

I can’t do nuttin’ for ya man

You better man kiss my but

I can’t do nuttin’ for ya man

I’m busy tryin’ to do for me

I can’t do nuttin’ for ya man

That’s the way the ball bounces gee

Bass for your face, kick that shit

Public Enemy 1 Million Bottlebags

One million bottlebags count ’em

Think they can bounce the ounce

And it get ’em

Yo black spend 288 million

Sittin’ there waitin’ for the fizz

And don’t know what the fuck it is

An oh lemme tell you ’bout shorty

He about seventeen lookin’ like 40

Treats his 40 dog better than his g

When he gets a big b-o-t-t-l-e

Oh he loves tha liquor

But look watch shorty get sicker

Year after year

While he’s thinkin’ it’s beer

But it’s not but he got it in his gut

So what the fuck

Yo niga what’s up

Now he’s hostile to a brother lookin’ out

But I ain’t mad I know what he about

He’s just a slave to the bottle and the can

‘Cause that’s his man

The malt liquor man

One million bags count ’em all

Other man gets happy

Watch the killas drink 8 ball

Don’t know a damn thing

But his breath stinkin’

Then I ask a question you brother

What the fuck is you drinkin’

He don’t know but it flow

Out the bottle in a cup

He call it gettin’ fucked up

Like we ain’t fucked up already

See the man they call Crazy Eddie

Liquor man with the bottle in his hand

He give the liquor man ten to begin

Wit’ no change and he run

To get his brains rearranged

Serve it to the home they’re able

To do without a table

Beside what’s inside ain’t on the label

They drink it thinkin’ it’s good

But they don’t sell the shit in the white neighborhood

Exposin’ the plan they get mad at me I understand

They’re slaves to the liquor man

Back to my homeboy shorty

He can drink it down

And think nuttin’ about it

Pass it around and get tha 40 dog buzz

At the same time

Shorty can’t remember what day it was

Say I’m yellin’ is fact

Genocide kickin’ in yo back

How many times have you seen

A black fight a black

After drinkin’ down a bottle

Or a malt liquor six-pack

Malt liquor bull

What it is is bullshit Colt

45 another gun to the brain

Who’s sellin’ us pain

In the hood another up to no good

Plan that’s designed by the other man

But who drink it like water

One and on till the stores reorder it

Brothers cry broke but they still affordin’ it

Sippin’ it lick drink it down oh nooo

Drinkin’ poison but they don’t know

It used to be wine

A dollar and a dime

Same man, drink in another time

They could be hard as hell and don’t give a damn

But still be a sucker to the liquor man

Public Enemy Crayola

Stax of wax 55 high fulla tracks

New cats jackin beats from way back

Pay for play only way to get them platinum plaques

Clear the racks jobbers slobbin you for tax

Robbery and snobbery

Shit is killin me softly wit that same damn song

Makin folk dumber in the summer

A bummer when they shot willie in that hummer

Keep it simple stupid means numbers

Payola dough white owned black radio

Runnin on empty help go the desperado

So I bomb the toms and negros who pray to cash flow

No info to the masses as they shake their asses

No clue but I can’t get my shit up in to you

Crayola with that same same ol shit

Crayola with that played playa shit

Crayola with that kid crayon shit

Crayola with them ol spray on hits

All fucked up ways must fall

Now the industry can’t stop me

A vendetta to make the whole game better

They get the cheddar

All I got is a fuckin letter

What I owe? What am I

Another number and a ho, they don’t know

Time to see em go like dominoes

About time cause they endorsed the crime up in the rhyme

Got these new souls controlled goin outta their mind

Missed what I said cause they don’t even own their own heads

Go one go all I forgot they made robots outta some of yall

Today all fucked up ways must fall

Today is up against the wall

Misled in the head fucked by quiet storms and love songs

Noddin heads too hollow forgotten tomorrow

Swallowing all that shit that’s shallow

Give the baby anything the baby wants

But that’s how them bastards get us up in them caskets

Try to get me where they want me

Before some of them jump me

Go tell em I’m a start a rebellion

Educate the felons easy on yeah

Tell em what the fuck am I yellin

No tellin you got them artists and artificials

If it ain’t right I don’t give a damn if it’s sellin

Recruits chasin and racin for that loot

Usin usual drum loops so I salute my troops

I don’t socialize or mingle, fuck the promotionals

And you know what and that g-damn single

And the marketing team for that matter

It don’t matter

Dj’s gettin dimes for time on a platter

I ain’t gotta be high to jack so I hijack

Fm – radio – eff em turn it around muthafucka

Gods to niggas, queens to bitches

Race against time see em all runnin for the riches

Everything had its chance last dance

Some things change like them weather forecasts

Ha funny how shit don’t last

Crayola with that same same ol shit

Crayola with that played playa shit

Crayola with that kid crayon shit

Crayola with them ol spray on hits

Public Enemy Hannibal Lecture

[Malcolm X]

Being here in America doesn’t make you an American

Being born here in America doesn’t make you an American

Why if birth made you an American you wouldn’t need any legislation

You wouldn’t need any amendments to the Constitution

I don’t see any American dream, I see an American nightmare

I’m one of the 42 million black people who are the victims of America

[Paris]

Aiyyo we all in together now, all in together now

Hard truth soldierin, hard truth soldier SHIT

Keep on servin ’em, cause you know we do work

Mashin in my Chevy down the streets of New York, they feel me

I smooth grip, and hit up the spot

Snatch Flav as my dual pipes burn up the block

We bumpin hardcore, heavyweight, b-boy blast

On the street they hear my beat, my 69 is fast

Smash down Lennox, head up to the ‘View

Some reporter wanna holla and I said it was cool

Wanna know about the album and the Enemy’s new

How P.E. and Guerilla Funk is keepin it movin

Breakin bread talkin politics, you know how it go

‘Bout the war and how it’s shitty that we murder for dough

Then the reporter asked a question, that I had to mash

How, I would act if every day was maybe my last

How if every day I worried ’bout my family in this

I’d be murdered on these street in a puddle of piss

Or if I would get some news that my brother had died

If they ran up in my house and held my kids and my wife

Or if we was looted and somebody took all our thangs

If my sister was abducted, never heard from again

I began to compare it, so he could observe

When I made the parallels with how they livin abroad

I can’t ignore it, these pigs ride deep in the streets

Cap a nigga for his wallet, beat another for free

And the cold part about it, life is cheaper than that

Down there people on the bottom kill each other for scraps

Imagine that, propoganda got the people confused

Damned by the media that keep ’em subdued

I been around the world, seen a lot of shit in my life

Same sirens, same ghetto birds swirlin at night

Same racism, profilin each of us all

Same outsiders where we live enforcin the law

Gats clappin on the streets, gunplayin with heat

Same prisons full of brothers herded in like sheep

Same turncoats that’ll burn folks for pay

Same conditions in communities we die everyday

Same brutality and ignorance, now what will it take

to break the motherfuckin cycle, get the people away?

That’s why I’m fresh out of tears for ’em, all out of tears for ’em

Even though my heart goes out, what the fuck you cryin ’bout?

Money for rebuilding but, what about home?

When the way we live is shitty where’s the love for our own?

I can’t decide it, it’s real, I hit you with proof

Maybe I’ll be suicided cause I hit you with truth

See they kill for less than what we say on records to you

Hear the message in the music from a rebel to you, now listen

[Outro: x6 to end]

Save my life you gotta, save my life you gotta [x3]

Save us, save us