Tác giả : Public Enemy
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If man is the father of the son 
Is the center of the earth 
In the middle of the universe 
Why is this verse comin 
Six times rehearsed 
Don't freestyle much so 
I write em like such 
Amongst the fiends 
Controlled by the screens 
What does it all mean 
All this shit i'm seein 
Human beings scream vocal javelins 
Signs of a local nigga unravelin 
My wandering 
Got my ass wondering 
Where christ is 
In all this crisis 
Hatin satan 
Never knew what nice is 
Check the papers 
While i bet on isis 
More than your eye can see 
And ears can here 
Year by year 
All the sense disappears 
Nonsense perseveres 
Prayers laced wit fear 
Beware 
2 triple 0 is near 
 
Damn was it somethin i said 
Pretend you don't see 
So you turn your head 
Race scared of it's shadow 
Does it matter? 
Thought areparations 
Got em playin wit the population 
Nothing to lose 
Everythings approved 
People used 
Even murders excused 
White men in suits 
Don't have to jump 
Still theres 1001 ways 
To lose wit the shoes 
God takes care of ol folks and fools 
While the devil takes care 
Of makin the rules 
Folks don't even own themselves 
Payin mental rent 
To corporate president 
1 outta 1 million residents 
Be a dissident 
Who ain't kissin it 
The politics of chains and whips 
Got the sick 
Missin chips and championships 
What's love got to do 
Wit what you got 
Don't let a win get to your head 
Or a loss to your heart 
Nonsense perseveres 
Prayers heed wit fear 
Beware 
2 triple o is near 
 
It might feel good 
Sound a lil somethin 
Damn the game 
If it don't mean nuttin 
What is game who got game 
Where's the game 
In life 
Behind the game 
Behind the game 
I got game 
She got game 
We got game 
They got game 
He got game 
That millenium 
Just be killin em 
Scary 
Like lies buried in the library 
When did a state pen 
Correct anything 
When piles of us 
Still be catchin the bus 
When stacks of cats 
Packin laundry mats 
Paid the preachers back 
But where the teachers at? 
I ain't even gotta ask it 
As who's underpaid and 
Fouled at the basket 
I can't blame the envy 
At who gettin the benjis 
And takin grants for granted 
Last i checked pyramids 
Wasn't built like projects 
Or on government checks 
Modern day thugs 
Ain't got no guts 
Pardon the expression 
Under governor nuts 
Last time in a church 
Be the last time in a church 
Dead pledged alliance 
To many cd's and movies 
Leaving reality 
Believing fantasy 
Bleedin fatalities 
Too many formalities 
Prayers laced wit fear 
Beware 
2 triple o is here