Public Enemy - Bedlam 13:13 lyrics
[Public Enemy - Bedlam 13:13 lyrics]
Huffed and he puffed, Huffed and he puffed
Blew tha house down Now how dat sound
Never no never
Give up gotta gotta live up To my name
Triple double in da rap game
Cause I ain't goin niggatronic
Smart e nuff to know I ain't bionic
Wit my main man Harry Not Connick
Rather rap my black ass off
Getcha hooked on phonics
Good e nuff to know no endo
Thru it out tha window Along
Wit tha Super Nintendo
I'm a strict daddy Got dat right
God damn right but have a good time
Dyn-o-mite it's just that I don't talk
That same ol crap (shit)
Cause papa got a brand new Bag fulla rap
(hitz)
My main knick knack paddy wack
C'mon give a damn
Confrontational man Iz what I am Iz what I am
I'm tearin down da house that Jack built
Cause he killt whoever he wanted & hunted
And tax the backs of the environment macks
Who plan in da silence of the skams
A world dat won't work No more no more
Mother earth gets treated like a whore
The world don't work no more no more
The world won't work no more
Ain't gonna woek no more no more
And he doeth great wonders
So that he maketh fire come
Down from heaven on the earth
In sight of men
Toms to the left of me bombin to the right
World good night he got destruction
In his appetite
On a platter a planet
To him it doesn't matter 3-2 at the plate
Up go the greedy batter
Environmental alarm to all not some
Good God cause we don't get two of em
I was told that oil & water don't mix
But the new world order got a disorder
& so I diss cuss my disgust if I must
One earth is da birth outta all of us
And so I diss after the math
Disaster wit a European autograph
I gonna be bedlam
If he get em da trigga is cocked
Nowhere to flock
I I gonna be bedlam if he get em
Pass da word f what you heard
I I I gonna be bedlam
If he get em glock is cocked
Now drop da props gonna be bedlam
If we get em
The day the whole world couldn't do it
Repent oh no!
Check the preacher what he spent
One way ticket to God to fix scars
Woman & man runnin the land sea & air poor
Do we all go the way of the dinosaur? or
To hell & back attack
The new clear fog got us sniffin like
Atomic dogs pocket fulla pimp daddy moves
Put a code on a can
Whatta hell of a man, shootin
Trigga pollution, planet prostitution
Uprootin da third
We go to the way of the bird
Can't do whatcha want to da place
Don't waste my place where you from?
We only got one
Blew tha house down Now how dat sound
Never no never
Give up gotta gotta live up To my name
Triple double in da rap game
Cause I ain't goin niggatronic
Smart e nuff to know I ain't bionic
Wit my main man Harry Not Connick
Rather rap my black ass off
Getcha hooked on phonics
Good e nuff to know no endo
Thru it out tha window Along
Wit tha Super Nintendo
I'm a strict daddy Got dat right
God damn right but have a good time
Dyn-o-mite it's just that I don't talk
That same ol crap (shit)
Cause papa got a brand new Bag fulla rap
(hitz)
My main knick knack paddy wack
C'mon give a damn
Confrontational man Iz what I am Iz what I am
I'm tearin down da house that Jack built
Cause he killt whoever he wanted & hunted
And tax the backs of the environment macks
Who plan in da silence of the skams
A world dat won't work No more no more
Mother earth gets treated like a whore
The world don't work no more no more
The world won't work no more
Ain't gonna woek no more no more
And he doeth great wonders
So that he maketh fire come
Down from heaven on the earth
In sight of men
Toms to the left of me bombin to the right
World good night he got destruction
In his appetite
On a platter a planet
To him it doesn't matter 3-2 at the plate
Up go the greedy batter
Environmental alarm to all not some
Good God cause we don't get two of em
I was told that oil & water don't mix
But the new world order got a disorder
& so I diss cuss my disgust if I must
One earth is da birth outta all of us
And so I diss after the math
Disaster wit a European autograph
I gonna be bedlam
If he get em da trigga is cocked
Nowhere to flock
I I gonna be bedlam if he get em
Pass da word f what you heard
I I I gonna be bedlam
If he get em glock is cocked
Now drop da props gonna be bedlam
If we get em
The day the whole world couldn't do it
Repent oh no!
Check the preacher what he spent
One way ticket to God to fix scars
Woman & man runnin the land sea & air poor
Do we all go the way of the dinosaur? or
To hell & back attack
The new clear fog got us sniffin like
Atomic dogs pocket fulla pimp daddy moves
Put a code on a can
Whatta hell of a man, shootin
Trigga pollution, planet prostitution
Uprootin da third
We go to the way of the bird
Can't do whatcha want to da place
Don't waste my place where you from?
We only got one