Public Enemy - What Side You On? lyrics
[Public Enemy - What Side You On? lyrics]
It's overtime so the lyric, they fear it
When they hear it the flow
100 miles and runnin and Get near it
And go check it out
Go to the race
Give the drummer a taste
The bass iz commin commin
Suckas runnin from it
Damn, why you call him the man
Here I am scramm
Never ran, never fight the Black
From Iraq or Iran, who bombed Japan?
Blood on his hands part of a plan
He don't really believe In uhh! God damn
If it comes down to shuttin them down
I'm in the hood surrounded
Tell em I'm grounded
I'm on that psycho analytical
Tip if politics iz stickin to
The mix like tricks
I'm one more time givin time
Where the rhyme go
Elite to the street To the
Brothers doing death row
(So where ya at If the beat ain't fat)
Say what
C'mon And get some
Rattle rattle Kiss and I hum
Come can you Get it on the one
C'mon pick it up Pick it at pack it at
Pack it up to the black
Who be talkin where they at
Where they at wicked wild
Feelin irie not sorry
Get it see it written down in a diary
Same say fuck all dat Political shit
But wanna get paid when
Their brains in the low grade
Nowhere to run here they come come
Nowhere to run here they come come
Nowhere to run here they come come
Nowhere to run here they come come
Nowhere to run here they come come
I'm a fan first
I reverse another trick verse to the point
Where I can rock dis funky joint
In the brain game, I'm keepin my head clear
In 33 years so what i never had a beer
I don't know what I'm missin
I'm not dissin But I know I ain't ass kissin
Time to draw the line This time the rhyme
Got da good guy goin gettin da nine
Cause I know the hoody Got
It good wit the hitman
Can I get a hitman Know
I'm duckin nat quicksand
The funky automatic Handlin static
Sellin out I ain't good at it
When I got bumbed I'm gonna open up
Hitt em up stone to da bone
But it ain't gotta be like that
And thats that can u tell me yallwhat
All in wit the law they fall in
The great white hole where they
Be sellin their soul never get enough
They be talkin dat roughneck shit
Be comin they quit fuck dat blood iz thicker
Than water shit that shit iz counterfeit
Devil go where da shoe fit
Black mans law iz raw like Africa
You violate were comin after ya
They're here
When they hear it the flow
100 miles and runnin and Get near it
And go check it out
Go to the race
Give the drummer a taste
The bass iz commin commin
Suckas runnin from it
Damn, why you call him the man
Here I am scramm
Never ran, never fight the Black
From Iraq or Iran, who bombed Japan?
Blood on his hands part of a plan
He don't really believe In uhh! God damn
If it comes down to shuttin them down
I'm in the hood surrounded
Tell em I'm grounded
I'm on that psycho analytical
Tip if politics iz stickin to
The mix like tricks
I'm one more time givin time
Where the rhyme go
Elite to the street To the
Brothers doing death row
(So where ya at If the beat ain't fat)
Say what
C'mon And get some
Rattle rattle Kiss and I hum
Come can you Get it on the one
C'mon pick it up Pick it at pack it at
Pack it up to the black
Who be talkin where they at
Where they at wicked wild
Feelin irie not sorry
Get it see it written down in a diary
Same say fuck all dat Political shit
But wanna get paid when
Their brains in the low grade
Nowhere to run here they come come
Nowhere to run here they come come
Nowhere to run here they come come
Nowhere to run here they come come
Nowhere to run here they come come
I'm a fan first
I reverse another trick verse to the point
Where I can rock dis funky joint
In the brain game, I'm keepin my head clear
In 33 years so what i never had a beer
I don't know what I'm missin
I'm not dissin But I know I ain't ass kissin
Time to draw the line This time the rhyme
Got da good guy goin gettin da nine
Cause I know the hoody Got
It good wit the hitman
Can I get a hitman Know
I'm duckin nat quicksand
The funky automatic Handlin static
Sellin out I ain't good at it
When I got bumbed I'm gonna open up
Hitt em up stone to da bone
But it ain't gotta be like that
And thats that can u tell me yallwhat
All in wit the law they fall in
The great white hole where they
Be sellin their soul never get enough
They be talkin dat roughneck shit
Be comin they quit fuck dat blood iz thicker
Than water shit that shit iz counterfeit
Devil go where da shoe fit
Black mans law iz raw like Africa
You violate were comin after ya
They're here