How low can you go?
Death row, what a brother knows
Once again, back is the incredible
The rhyme animal
The incredible D, Public Enemy Number One
"5-O" said, "Freeze!" and I got numb
Can't I tell em that I really never had a gun?
But its the wax that the Terminator X spun
Now they got me in a cell 'cause my records, they sell
'cause a brother like me said,
"Well... Farrakhan's a prophet and I think you ought to listen to what he can say to you, what you ought to do."
Never badder than bad
'cause a brother is madder than mad
at the fact that it's corrupt like a senator.
Soul-on-a-roll, but you treat it like soap-on-a-rope
'cause the beats in our lines are so dope.
Listen for lessons I'm sayin' inside music
that the critics all are blastin' me for
They'll never care for the brothers and sister
all across the country [that] have us up for the war!
We got to get it straight (come on, now!)
They're gonna have to wait ('til we get it right!)
Radio stations, I question their blackness;
they'll call themselves black, but we'll see if they'll play this!
-Public Enemy: 'Bring Da Noise'This Message Edited On 08.10.08
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