Текст песни Prophets Of Rage - Public Enemy

You're quite hostile
I got a right to be hostile man, my people bein' persecuted

(Run a power move on 'em) with vice I hold the mic device
With force I keep it away of course
And I'm keepin' you from sleepin'
And on stage I rage
And I'm rollin'
And to the poor I pour in all the metaphors
I'm not bluffin', it's nothin'
That we ain't did before
We played you stayed
The points made
You consider it done
By the prophets of rage
(Power of the people say)

Yo Griff
You and S1Ws get to the East Side
We's gotta get's to the East Side G

I roll with the punches so I survive
Try to rock 'cause it keeps the crowd alive
I'm not ballin', I'm just callin'
But I'm past the days of yes ya'llin'
And we wiggle 'round and 'round
I pump, you jump up
Hear my words, my verbs
And get juiced up (juiced up)
I been around a while
You can descibe my sound
Clear the way
For the prophets of rage
(Power of the people say)

Ay yo Griff
We gotta get to my man Ralph in the south
Let's kick it to the South Side G

I rang ya bell
Can you tell I got feelin'?
Just peace, at least
'Cause I want it
Want it so bad
That I'm starvin'
I'm like Garvey
So you can see B?
It's like that, I'm like Nat
Leave me the hell alone
If you don't think I'm a brother
Then check the chromosomes
And then you check the stage
I declare a new age
Get down for the prophets of rage
Can you kick it like this?

Okay okay c'mon
Okay okay c'mon
Okay okay c'mon (get down)
Okay okay c'mon (yo kick it shorty)
Get-get-get a little stupid
Get a little stupid, get-get a little stupid
Get a little-get a little-get a little stupid
Stu-stu-stu-stu-stu-stu-stupid
Get-get-get a little stupid
Get-get-get-get a little stupid
Get a little-get a little-get a little stupid
Get-get-get-get a little stupid

You back the track
You find we're the quotable
You emulate
Brothers, sisters thats beautiful
Follow a path
Of positivity you go
Some sing it or rap it
Or harmonize it through go-go
Little you know but very
Seldom I do party jams
About a plan

I'm considered the man
I'm the recordable
God made it affordable
I say it, you play it
Back in your car or even portable
Stereo
Describes my scenario
Left or right, Black or White
They tell lies in the books
That you're readin'
It's knowledge of yourself
That you're needin'
Like Vescey or Prosser
We have a reason why
To debate the hate
That's why we're born to die
Mandela, cell dweller, Thatcher
You can tell her, "Clear the way for the Prophets of Rage
(Power of the people you say)

Okay okay c'mon
Okay okay c'mon (yo, yo man)
Okay okay c'mon (ai yo, yo G)
Okay okay c'mon (yo kick it shorty)
Get-get-get a little stupid
Get a little stupid, get-get a little stupid (c'mon now)
Get a little-get a little-get a little stupid
Stu-stu-stu-stu-stu-stu-stupid (shake it-shake it, c'mon ya'll)
Get-get-get a little stupid
Get-get-get-get a little stupid
Get a little-get a little-get a little stupid
Get-get-get-get a little stupid

It's raw and keepin' you on the floor
It's soul and keepin' you in control
It's part two 'cause I'm
Pumpin' what you're used to
'Til the whole juice crew
Gets me in my goose down
I do the rebel yell
And I'm the duracell
I call it plain insane
Brothers causin' me pain
When a brothers a victim
And the sellers a dweller in a cage
Yo, run the accapella G
(Power of the people say)
You're quite hostile