Public Enemy, KRS-One - Sex Drugs and Violence lyrics

We like those gangsta rhymes
Just make sure they don't corrupt our minds
These rappers kill and thieve
A lot of times it's only make believe

Once upon a time, not long ago
A rapper got shot, and no one knows
Who pulled the trigger on the kid
And laid him in his grave
And after the prayers and the street parade
Shit got forgot, and now he's dead
And all the fans loved everything he said
So understand this, you don't wanna miss
Sex, drugs, and violence

We like those gangsta rhymes
Just make sure they don't corrupt our minds
These rappers kill and thieve
A lot of times it's only make believe

Ayy yo, once upon a time in Jamaica, Queens
An icon gets shot
And no one knew what it means
It was just another murder scene
But let's get on with the bling bling
Ching ching and half naked
Chicks that can't sing
Murder weapon, never found, police
Never around the respect, the intellect
And the suspect all out of town
It's all out of bounds kRS
Chuck D makin our rounds, man
While they takin us down, man
We're takin you down i got another new sound
It's really an old sound
But you know how me and Chuck get down
We got peace, love, unity, and having the fun
But you all want sex, drugs, violence 101
(Here it is, bam)
Stop being a little boy with a little toy
Stand up and be a man
Now you see the plan, from west to east
Instead of sex, drugs, and violence
We got love, purpose, and peace
We be hurtin' the least, we be workin
No seats bringing it to America like
Geronimo and Cochise
Get that, but make sure when you spit rap
If you ain't really ready to die, yo
Don't spit that!

We like those gangsta rhymes
Just make sure they don't corrupt our minds
These rappers kill and thieve
A lot of times it's only make believe

Once upon a time I was on Long Island
A man got shot and he wasn't smilin'
He was bleedin' from his guts, yo
A policeman was sittin' and he
Drove up on the spot, yo
Now when police light came on
When the man died, who was the blame on?
Wasn't me not you
I didn't kill nobody 'cause my
Records don't do that
I make the records for the kids
Gangsta rap flippin' people's kid's lids

We like those gangsta rhymes
Just make sure they don't corrupt our minds
These rappers kill and thief
A lot of times it's only make believe