Tác giả : Public Enemy
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Ridenhour - young 
 
Live and undrugged part i 
Its been a long time 
Since the rhyme rode 
A rough road 
I'm riding rhymes & givin 
A dose of brotherland 
Never said i wasn't good at it 
Cause i'm a static addict 
No fear you gotta 
Know i had it 
If you know better 
Spose to do better 
So i know like al green 
We gotta stay together 
Knock, knock...who's there 
Where? overhere 
Da boom kids knockin 
Bang and they outta here 
The dopemans livin at home 
Aloneman 
They dont understand 
But they can 
They can can 
If i dont say it 
I'm a sucka parlayin it 
Don't really matter 
When the flow fatter 
 
But i dont dont 
Believe 
& duck bob an weave 
Will deceive a street corner 
And the 40 thieves 
 
They bring em in 
You do em in 
He bring em in 
You do us in 
 
Smell em knockin da/boom 
Hear em hittin nat/boom 
 
I'm comin atcha 
Live and uncut 
An undrugged 
These days they be thinkin i'm bugged 
Livin i be kicken it 
 
Hard instead of lickin it 
Down domination on the overground 
 
Tell me what we be 
Seekin is self preservation 
A nation of millions 
Gotta go wit a feelin 
Uncle sam be gatt uncle tom 
And when it comes to drugs 
Uncle tom gotta bomb 
Can i get a pop 
Till the muthafukas stop 
Sellin nat shit 
That make the hoody drop 
No more easy gettin over 
For da cracka in the back 
 
Yo its over 
Number 1 wit a bullet 
He pull it what i do now 
Cant out run it or duck 
Or get a new chuck 
Up against the wall 
Wont confess yall 
I mo move & i'm gone 
An so i guess yall 
Lemme tell you so lend me a listen 
I'm missin a life 
If i aint givin up an ass kissin 
No television or movie style 
No buckwild thinkin 
Cause i dont know what he drinkin 
But he better act quick 
Cause i'm gettin quicker 
3 mo seconds to go 
I hope he hold da trigga 
If he do dat 
The gatt iz outta his hands 
 
& then he gotta deal wit a man 
Punks jump up to get beat 
I'm on the funky beat 
Beat beat yall 
Until its 6 feet 
Under dirt & the mud 
Here we go again 
Another enemy if you 
Never was a friend 
Never clever 
As i was in this endeavor 
Never again trust a smile or grin 
From comin outta da womb 
To endin up in a tomb 
Another sport 
Caught knockin nat boom 
 
Here go the verse that hurts 
Head brother in charge 
So i better get bodyguard 
What can i do 
Break a leg on the avenue 
Where the bootleggers 
They be stackin the odds 
Try to be hard but they playin my cards 
Fuckin wit chicken 
But i'm duckin in the lard 
Been goin straight since 78 
I wanna live i dont wanna be late 
I head em comin at me 
Runnin fast & ruff 
Aint this a bitch & test for the tuff 
Bang/doubt it 
Without a life 
I cant live without it 
Bang 
 
 
Live and undrugged part ii 
Rhymer in a zone 
Say u wanna revolution 
40 acres to 40 ounces 
Plus they announcin 
The mule is the one thats fooled 
But i pass to be that jackass 
Knockin that boom 
To the tomb 
Out the womb 
I bet against the spread 
I flipped death threats 
And the 3 to the head 
Never get enough 
The raw, the rugged, the ruff 
Oh my the jam the dunk the stuff 
I got a mind thats maddes than minolta 
Hard in a rock place my corner 
And the winner is 
Whoop there it is 
33 years without a beer or slow gin fizz 
Rather get frunk off 
Hearin rhymin wit biz 
Rhymamatician, rumpshaker 
Mindquaker 
Not a cracker or a quacker 
But a waker 
Put my thing down 
Step my shit up 
Put up or shut up 
Peace to the original what up 
Back to the motherland 
Where its warmer, transformer 
Kill the informer 
I hear em talkin creepin 
But i'm not sleepin 
My mellow i go back 
Way back going, going 
Before crack 
And the 8 track 
Still goin, gone, goodbye 
To the lazy 
I ain't pushing up or drivin 
No daisies 
I gotta remember philly in september 
Aint nuttin finer than peace 
In carolina & to the gods 
Wanna be, gotta be 
Starter of mo flow 
Here we go the front row 
As i cut the silly rhymin 
Riddlin still the flow 
Gettin ridda dem 
Racist swazis 
Cause i'm brinin kamikazes 
They gotta give us where we live 
We don't own 
What you think is home 
Its time to go up in smoke 
911 is no joke 
Once again friends 
This enemy states fiddy states 
Still say chill wait until 
The right time baby 
Damn the blood line 
Gettin raid with aids 
But somebodys gettin paid 
Lets get it on and a on 
But brothers gettin killed 
Cause blunts & 40's is like 
Cookies to da milk 
I'm not crazy 
I'm the revelation 
Last days in time 
The overtime rhymer 
Rhymer in a zone 
Right vs wrong 
Good versus evil 
God versus the devil 
Public enemy 
Muse sick in hour mess age