Tác giả : Public Enemy
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Told ya buffalo soldier 
Fell to the ground like folgers 
Couldn't hold the boulder 
Fancy dancer paralyzed for an answer 
In the hip hop game but the rap got cancer 
Tumors poppin from the middle of rumors 
Generation x be the end of baby boomers 
Is the next generation headed for doom 
Control the soul and you got a got a 
Truck fulla fertilizer blowin up the spot 
Think it's terrorism the border line's hot 
Check the passports tap the telephone 
Surprise they home grown 
And one of your fuckin own 
It's dat same ol shit - dat same ol game 
From that same ol gang up to that same ol thing 
Now what i see say you know me 
I pour a metaphor of lsd 
 
I don't know what yall thinkin about 
But if you know like i know 
You better strap on your seatbelt 
Cause you in for a long ride 
 
Now i be damn i been a man 
Figure i never call myself a nigger 
To get benjamans 
What's love got to do wit what you got 
Not a whole lot / no forgot oh this shit is hot 
Spendin all the cheddar for clothes 
Wit a sign foreclosed on the front mud 
Lost in dominoes 
 
Now the heads tell tales 
How the dead bled and fled 
Now they livin up in the bed 
Instead they seize us like jesus 
Married to the mob did a sloppy job in hempstead 
Lord had mercy wanna curse me 
New world order got my ass drownin in the water 
Now what you stuck to the west 
That funk to the east is phat 
Atl be krunk dirty south 
Thirty thou crankin trunks 
Try to pass the test but to the rest they flunk 
Now what be indebted 
Better get over it 
Those times and raps ain't never comin back 
No future without a pass i kick ass 
Rock the sox offa pandora's box 
Is itany wonder why the clocks flavor got 
Between rehearsin a verse my jaw lox 
I set the bomb between the r & b scene 
Go against the grain run up on the train 
And so i parallel the brains of cobain 
As hip hop brain made em spill the champagne 
Make it plain the sound remains insane 
Come the same no holes closin up the lane 
Don't ask no questions on the simple level 
Can the magic get shaq back 
Knicks get van exel 
Bold rap lyrics fuck whatcha heard 
Not no lost and found nouns or half ass words 
Turnaround funk power moves ruffs 
I ain't never been cuckoo for no coco puffs 
Lsd, set it free make em see the tricks 
Rather try at 37 than die at 26 
 
Lawyers no loyalties accountants no royalties 
Lie for a lie i look em in the eye 
History speaking lawyers should die 
Kissed the companies and made them all cry 
A new rap song and a real drive by 
Why o why did the video die 
The narcs and the feds got the pimp niggas fraid 
Threat of the aids got the bitches afraid 
The god damn white man got you afraid 
Social service got your mama afraid 
Scared of the fact before a niggas black 
Some of you say nigga before you say crack 
You got no back is what you lack 
Just say black and i'll see where your ass is at