can't remember what day it was Say I'm yellin' is fact Genocide kickin' in yo back How many times have you seen A black fight a black After drinkin'
I'm countin' down to the day deservin' fittin' for a king I'm waitin' for the time when I can get to Arizona 'Cause my money's spent on the goddamn rent
gang Info to flow And heal all below Let's go and find The piece of mind that's taken Or else the black Or start breakin' Public enemy no!
To town So let's get down I cranked the beats Tearin' up the street And the park An it ain't Mozart Jack movin' out 'Cause the black movin' in And it
I didn't died right I didn't died right {This is Harry Allen hip hop activist and media assassin' With Flavor Flav, Oh what's the Flavor Flavor} Yo
When I get down I give what go around And when I cough I do my best to cut it off I don't claim to be a preacher Not paid to be a teacher But I'm grown
of New York Flavor Flav known for his finesse talk Do it to ya for The Post to employ me New York Post can't destroy me Rapper of Public Enemy, rapstar
it off The black thing is a ride I call the nighttrain It rides the good and the bad We call the monkey trained Trained to attack the black it's true
one still goin' on I know Where I'm from, not dum diddie dum From the base motherland The place of the drum Invaded by the wack diddie wack Fooled the black
: When I get down I give what go around And when I cough I do my best to cut it off I don't claim to be a preacher Not paid to be a teacher But
: Yo! ho! yo niga! yo niga! no niga! Check it out How can you say to me yo my niga Cursin' up a storm with your finger on a trigger Feelin' all the
: Yo yo yo gee, guess what happened To the burned up hand that was clappin' Too good to be true Getting all the guys turn to get in doo-doo Took
: I testified My mama cried Black people died When the other man lied See the TV, listen to me double trouble I overhaul and I'm comin' From the
: (Featuring True Mathematics) CHUCK D: I was wheelin' Wit' the boom in the back The treble was level I like it like that I was rolly-roll-a-roll
remember what day it was Say I'm yellin' is fact Genocide kickin' in yo back How many times have you seen A black fight a black After drinkin' down
To town So let's get down I cranked the beats Tearin' up the street And the park An it ain't Mozart Jack movin' out 'Cause the black movin' in