Tác giả : Public Enemy
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Ridenhour - gary g-wiz - dr. treble - mr. bass 
 
Risen up in the 'velt 
Strong island new york 
The 'hood in case 
You did not know my base 
There was a ballplayer 
Who has all the skillz 
Wit' the pill 
To pay the piper 
Plus all the bills 
Mack the awesome game 
Practiced in the heat 
In the rain or in pain 
Mick so quick 6 foot 6 
Down to be picked 
By anyone but the celtics 
Oh what a handle 
Could score from the floor 
Wit' people hangin' on 'em 
Pr even hangin' on 'em 
But what he did best above all the rest was... 
 
Grades 9 & 10 
Mickey mack was all dat 
But in class his ass 
Sat way in the back 
How i know 'cause i know 
I used to flow wit' the bro 
He didn't mind i used 
To read him his own headlines 
'cause he could not read 'em 
His school wouldn't need 'em 
If the lines wouldn't've went like dis 
Mickey mack 
Jumped over the candle stick 
And stacked 
Was his stats 
But his d was still wack 
Grades 11 & 12 
He found the wrong clientele 
And all 
 
During class he would dribble 
In the hall 
But he got in trouble 
In school but the trouble was 
It was cool 
If your brain was just another bubble 
As long as he could 
Score fiddy 2 
Get 33 re-bounds 
Fuckin' around 
Teams lost to 'em 
He went right thru 'em 
Division, county, state 
That's 3 count 'em 
Championships 
For a small town bro 
That's bound to go pro 
 
S.a.t.'s didn't matter 
'cause he waz 
All dat 
You know the pat on the back 
He was always in da news 
You gotta know what it means 
It means revenue 
And i'm tellin' you 
I saw cars and geez 
Some to our school please approach 
Hell wit' the principal 
Where is da coach 
Went to college four years 
Wit' a scholarship 
And came back wit' a championship 
But when it came to his life 
He didn't care 
'cause he took it to the air 
 
The fall begun 
When mickey mack fell 
Hell ripped his knee 
Drafted last by personnel 
Oh how, he loved the game 
It was fantastic 
Until he was cut 'n' couldn't stick 
Times got tighter & tighter 
He had an attitude 
Was rude so he turned 
Into a fighter 
 
School wouldn't give 
Him a job that he needed 
Assistant to the assistant coach 
They didn't need it 
The he resorted to a 
Stick up kid - ski mask & gatt 
But this game he wasn't good at 
And the drugs on the side 
Police ambushed his ride 
Bang it was 
Another homicide 
He was ghost you know 
Hometown hero 
But now he's zero 
To those hypocrites 
Who ripped him blind 
For his skills 
Without the will to develop his mind 
Forever in the news 
The community views 
Him only as air hoodlum