paroles de chanson Live and Undrugged, Pt. 1 & 2 - Public Enemy

And we just put pressure, pressure, pressure
Sometimes we don′t know who controls this, who controls that
So we stomp around and stomp and see whose feet we get
It's been a long time since the rhyme rode a rough road
I′m riding rhythms and givin' a dose of brother load
I never said I wasn't good at it
′Cause I′m a static addict
No fear, you gotta know I had it
And if you know better, supposed to do better
So I know like Al Green (let's stay together)
(You′re not baggy, can't we just go home?)
Knock, knock? (Who goes there?)
Yeah, where? (Right here)
Got the boom kids knockin′, bang and they outta here
The dopeman's livin′ at home alone, man
And they don't understand, but they can and can, can
And if I didn't say it, I′m a sucker parlayin′ it
It don't really matter if the flow fatter
But I don′t, don't believe, and duck, bob, and weave
Deceive a street corner and the 40 thieves
(And they bring ′em in, and you do 'em in)
(And he bring ′em in, and you do us in)
(And they bring 'em in, and you do 'em in)
(And he bring ′em in, and you do us in)
Hear ′em hittin' that (boom)
Smell ′em knockin' that (boom)
Hear ′em hittin' that (boom)
Smell ′em knockin' that (boom)
Hear 'em hittin′ that (boom)
Smell ′em knockin' that (boom)
Hear ′em hittin' that (boom)
(I ain′t tellin', punk)
I′m comin' at you live and uncut and undrugged
These days they be thinkin' I′m bugged
Livin′, I be kickin' it hard instead of lickin′ it down
Dominatin' on the overground
Tell me what we be seekin′ is self preservation
A nation of millions gotta go with a feelin'
Uncle Sam begat Uncle Tom
And when it comes to drugs, Uncle Tom got a bomb
Can I get a pop ′til the motherfuckers stop?
Sellin' that shit that make the hoodie drop
No more easy gettin' over for the cracker in the back
Yo, its over
Yo, it′s over
Hear ′em hittin' that (boom)
Smell ′em knockin' that (boom)
Hear ′em hittin' that (boom)
Smell ′em knockin' that (boom)
Hear 'em hittin′ that (boom)
Smell ′em knockin' that (boom)
Hear ′em hittin' that (boom)
Smell ′em knockin' that (boom)
Hear ′em hittin' that (boom)
Smell 'em knockin′ that (boom)
Hear ′em hittin' that (boom)
Smell ′em knockin' that (boom)
Hear ′em hittin' that (boom)
Smell ′em knockin' that (boom)
Hear 'em hittin′ that (boom)
(It′s just a matter of mind over matter)
(I don't mind and they don′t matter)
Number one with a bullet, he pull it, oh, what I do now?
Can I run it or duck or get a new Chuck?
Up against the wall, won't confess y′all
One more move and I'm gone, and so I guess y′all
And let me tell you, so lend me a listen
I'm missin' a life if I ain′t givin′ up an ass kissing
No television or movie style
No buckwild thinkin' ′cause I don't know what he drinkin′
But he better act quick 'cause I′m gettin' quicker
Three more seconds to go, I hope he hold the trigger
And if he do that, the gat is out of his hands
And then he gotta deal with a man
(Punks jump up to get beat)
I'm on the funky beat, beat, beat, y′all, until it′s six feet
Under dirt and the mud, here we go again
Another enemy if you never was a friend
I'm never clever as I was in this endeavor
Never again trust a smile or a grin
From comin′ out of the womb to endin' up in a tomb
Another sport caught knockin′ that (boom)
(And they bring 'em in, and you do ′em in)
(And he bring 'em in, and you do us in)
(Boom)
Hear 'em hittin′ that (boom)
Smell ′em knockin' that (boom)
Here goes the verse that hurts
Head brother in charge so I better get bodyguards
What can I do? Break a leg on the avenue
Where the bootleggers they be stackin′ the odds
And try to be hard, but they playin' my cards
I′m fuckin' with chicken, but I′m duckin' the lard
I've been goin′ straight since in ′78
So what? I wanna live, I don't wanna be late
I heard ′em comin' at me, runnin′ fast and rough
Ain't this a bitch? A test for the tough
Can′t we get along? I doubt it
Without a life, I can't live without it
Say you want a revolution?
40 acres to 40 ounces of that, they announcing
The mule is the one that's fooled
But I pass to be that jackass knocking that boom
To the tomb, out the womb
I bet against the spread
I flipped death threats and the three to the head
Never get enough of the raw, the rugged, the rough
Oh my, the jam, the dunk, the stuff
Yes, I got a mind that′s madder than Minolta
Heart and my soul, yes
Hard in a rock place in my corner
And the winner is, whoop there it is
33 years without a beer or slow gin fizz
Rather get drunk off of hearing rhyming with biz
Rhymamatician, rumpshaker, mindquaker
Not a cracker or a quaker but a waker
Put my thing down, step my shit up
Put up or shut up
Pay to the original, what up?
Back to the motherland
Where it′s warmer, transformer killed the informer
I hear 'em talking, creepin′
But I ain't sleeping my mellow
I go back, way back, going
Going before crack and the eight track
Still going, gone, goodbye
And to the lazy
I ain′t pushing up or driving no daisies
I gotta remember Philly in September and December
Ain't nuttin finer than peace
In Carolina and to the gods
Y′all wanna be, gotta be, starter of more flow
Here I go to the front row
Rhymer in the zone, rhymer in the zone
As I cut the silly rhyming, riddling still the flow
Getting rid of them racist nazi swazis
'Cause I'm bringing kamikazes
Yo, they gotta give us where we live, we don′t own
What you think is home, it′s time to go up in smoke
911 is no joke
Once again friends is enemy, say 50 states
I say chill, wait until the right time, baby
Damn the bloodline getting raid with AIDS
But somebody's getting paid
Let′s get it on and a on and a
But the brother's getting killed
′Cause the blunts and the 40s is like cookies to the milk
I'm not crazy
I′m the revelation
The last days in time
The overtime rhymer
The rhymer in the zone
Rhymer in the zone
Yes, once again
Public Enemy, number one
Chuck D, Flavor Flav
Terminator X
The Security of the First World
In your face
Right versus wrong
Good versus evil
God versus the Devil
What side are you on?
Muse Sick-n-Hour Mess Age
Nine, four, for your mind
Rhymer in the zone
Muse Sick-n-Hour Mess Age
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