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Public Enemy( Public Enemy band )
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Last Mass Of The Caballeros
Lyricist:Sean Devore, Carlton Ridenhour, Gary J Rinaldo
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 through 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' C.I.A. 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 than 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 Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com 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 exec's Turn it up, 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 from Facundo Ariel López Trejo
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