Public Enemy - Put It Up lyrics
[Public Enemy - Put It Up lyrics]
Can't understand some of these
Rhymin in circles now patroitic emcees
On bent knees by six degrees lord have mercy
Even the voice of god rehearses
Attack of the 50 ft verses
Supermama this time around gotta few curses
Papa gotta new bag of can't get
Worse comes to worse can't get enough
Of tryin it
Sayin nothing goin noplace no time soon
But buyin it
Like gettin in a car without drivin it
Still black rock the wax like stax
I rip, i mix full screen like imax
So i max relax
Off the deep end get deep in the record
100 beats per second
Cut down the like rhymes
Cause they get redundant
Refuse to stoop to stupid
Cause they dumbed it down
Like motown say it loud
Damn like im the new james brown uh
Put it up
Rocked the concoction
A potion of too much emotion
Uh, im a keep it in motion
Call it whatcha wanna
Bus stop, lectric slide cha cha
Funky 16 corners
Hot like jill scotts blues
But damn too old for 22s
But i can still move groove
Lets roll you can't do your thing
If your things the wrong thing
Tax the payers stack paper
But you failed as an eighth grader dumb ass
Failed every math class
Plus i know this like otis i like to know
Are you ready for some super dynamite soul
F -it thats how it gos? Beyond the cornrows
If i can't talk, get to steppin
Tougue can be a tool and weapon listen
Put it up
Tycoons damn im tired of these coons
Rhymin in circles
Words can either help or hurt you
Or be neutral cats still might shoot you
What suit's you if you gots issues
A thousand tatoos
Confused in 200 dollar gym shoes
Spendin more than u got 2002 blues
Give it up turn it loose ain't no use
Rest of you
Screamin rescue me from the residue
Fast break 5s on 2 us against you
So what you gonna do?
Put it up
Rhymin in circles now patroitic emcees
On bent knees by six degrees lord have mercy
Even the voice of god rehearses
Attack of the 50 ft verses
Supermama this time around gotta few curses
Papa gotta new bag of can't get
Worse comes to worse can't get enough
Of tryin it
Sayin nothing goin noplace no time soon
But buyin it
Like gettin in a car without drivin it
Still black rock the wax like stax
I rip, i mix full screen like imax
So i max relax
Off the deep end get deep in the record
100 beats per second
Cut down the like rhymes
Cause they get redundant
Refuse to stoop to stupid
Cause they dumbed it down
Like motown say it loud
Damn like im the new james brown uh
Put it up
Rocked the concoction
A potion of too much emotion
Uh, im a keep it in motion
Call it whatcha wanna
Bus stop, lectric slide cha cha
Funky 16 corners
Hot like jill scotts blues
But damn too old for 22s
But i can still move groove
Lets roll you can't do your thing
If your things the wrong thing
Tax the payers stack paper
But you failed as an eighth grader dumb ass
Failed every math class
Plus i know this like otis i like to know
Are you ready for some super dynamite soul
F -it thats how it gos? Beyond the cornrows
If i can't talk, get to steppin
Tougue can be a tool and weapon listen
Put it up
Tycoons damn im tired of these coons
Rhymin in circles
Words can either help or hurt you
Or be neutral cats still might shoot you
What suit's you if you gots issues
A thousand tatoos
Confused in 200 dollar gym shoes
Spendin more than u got 2002 blues
Give it up turn it loose ain't no use
Rest of you
Screamin rescue me from the residue
Fast break 5s on 2 us against you
So what you gonna do?
Put it up