Public Enemy - Who's Your Hero? lyrics
[Public Enemy - Who's Your Hero? lyrics]
Chuck D and I'm a keep on spreadin'
Them names of livin' and
Dead legends 'til Armageddon
I save and support those makin a
Livin' against those makin' a killing
Uh, I crush the villain
Diametrically opposed
My mind's able to leap and beat down
All the clowns in a single bound
I'm fit for some comic strip
Save the silenced
From punks drunk off the threat of violence
My secret identity is hated for what I am
Instead of loved for what I'm not, goddamn
I'm a man not judged by what I got
If rap games like a sport
Who the hell cares what I bought?
This is Chuck, here to snatch up and bag up
Ignorance no matter where it is
No matter where you are
"Bulls on Parade, " I rain on that charade
Played in the shame
This hero's a deeper shade
Now why wouldn't I be cantankerous?
At this stage and age
I be spinnin' like a 45
Video chicks the reason they peep them flicks
Villain seed implanted so they
Take it for granted
In order to lead the people
You gotta love the people
To save the people, you must serve the people
To teach the people
You better reach the people
But only if you care, yo, who's your hero?
Evil suit's and ties attemptin' to try
To flip the impressionable
Scripts of masterminds
Feels like a jungle sometimes
Makes me wonder if rap is the new COINTELPRO
Makin' us all go under
Sounds of criminal thunder
Call it my hate thats stoppin' ya
I'm too old to be popular
I ain't faster than no speeding bullet
I can't fly and I damn sure ain't high
You wanna know why? Here's a page from '69
"Peace!" And that don't mean
No crooked police
Avoid that pork at all costs
And them old beefs
Cause is fuel for the motor
Foolin' you to fill the quota
That's why I hate that Scarface flick
Not Brad Jordan
But that Al Pacino shirt you sportin'
Yeah I said it, perhaps you ain't read it if
You was black or brown
Your ass damn sure wouldn't be down
Too many clowns promoting
Criminal backgrounds
Using crime like sugar to get them kids hyper
These new pied pipers is the new COINTELPRO
That's right, who's your hero?
Try for the money, even die for the money
Cry for the money 'cause they
Try for the money
Even die for the money, cry for the money
I paid attention way back when
KRS-ONE said "Love's Gonna Getcha" so it
Gets stuck in my kitchen
So many cats switchin' to get on
That old road to riches
Stupid, talkin bout snitchin'
Whole lotta killin' with the so called bling
Hides the villain
Twisted thuggin into lovin just to get her
Supported by mixtape DJ's who
Supposed to know better time for some action
Against the whippings of mass distraction
Who's your hero?
Them names of livin' and
Dead legends 'til Armageddon
I save and support those makin a
Livin' against those makin' a killing
Uh, I crush the villain
Diametrically opposed
My mind's able to leap and beat down
All the clowns in a single bound
I'm fit for some comic strip
Save the silenced
From punks drunk off the threat of violence
My secret identity is hated for what I am
Instead of loved for what I'm not, goddamn
I'm a man not judged by what I got
If rap games like a sport
Who the hell cares what I bought?
This is Chuck, here to snatch up and bag up
Ignorance no matter where it is
No matter where you are
"Bulls on Parade, " I rain on that charade
Played in the shame
This hero's a deeper shade
Now why wouldn't I be cantankerous?
At this stage and age
I be spinnin' like a 45
Video chicks the reason they peep them flicks
Villain seed implanted so they
Take it for granted
In order to lead the people
You gotta love the people
To save the people, you must serve the people
To teach the people
You better reach the people
But only if you care, yo, who's your hero?
Evil suit's and ties attemptin' to try
To flip the impressionable
Scripts of masterminds
Feels like a jungle sometimes
Makes me wonder if rap is the new COINTELPRO
Makin' us all go under
Sounds of criminal thunder
Call it my hate thats stoppin' ya
I'm too old to be popular
I ain't faster than no speeding bullet
I can't fly and I damn sure ain't high
You wanna know why? Here's a page from '69
"Peace!" And that don't mean
No crooked police
Avoid that pork at all costs
And them old beefs
Cause is fuel for the motor
Foolin' you to fill the quota
That's why I hate that Scarface flick
Not Brad Jordan
But that Al Pacino shirt you sportin'
Yeah I said it, perhaps you ain't read it if
You was black or brown
Your ass damn sure wouldn't be down
Too many clowns promoting
Criminal backgrounds
Using crime like sugar to get them kids hyper
These new pied pipers is the new COINTELPRO
That's right, who's your hero?
Try for the money, even die for the money
Cry for the money 'cause they
Try for the money
Even die for the money, cry for the money
I paid attention way back when
KRS-ONE said "Love's Gonna Getcha" so it
Gets stuck in my kitchen
So many cats switchin' to get on
That old road to riches
Stupid, talkin bout snitchin'
Whole lotta killin' with the so called bling
Hides the villain
Twisted thuggin into lovin just to get her
Supported by mixtape DJ's who
Supposed to know better time for some action
Against the whippings of mass distraction
Who's your hero?