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Public Enemy - Live and Undrugged Pt. 1 & 2 - текст песни, видео

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Public Enemy - Live and Undrugged Pt. 1 & 2 - текст песни, видео

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Live And Undrugged Part I

 Its been a long time
 Since the rhyme rode
 A rough road
 I'm riding rhymes & givin
 A dose of brotherland
 Never said I wasn't good at it
 Cause I'm a static addict
 No fear you gotta
 Know I had it
 If you know better
 Spose to do better
 So I know like Al Green
 We gotta stay together

 Knock, knock...who's there
 Where? overhere
 Da boom kids knockin
 Bang and they outta here
 The dopemans livin at home
 They dont understand
 But they can
 They can can
 If I dont say it
 I'm a sucka parlayin it
 Don't really matter
 When the flow fatter

 But I dont dont
 & duck bob an weave
 Will deceive a street corner
 And the 40 thieves

 They bring em in
 You do em in
 He bring em in
 You do us in

 Smell em knockin da/boom
 Hear em hittin nat/boom

 I'm comin atcha
 Live and uncut
 An undrugged
 These days they be thinkin I'm bugged
 Livin I be kicken it

 Hard instead of lickin it
 Down domination on the overground

 Tell me what we be
 Seekin is self preservation
 A nation of millions
 Gotta go wit a feelin
 Uncle Sam be gatt Uncle Tom
 And when it comes to drugs
 Uncle Tom gotta bomb
 Can I get a pop
 Till the muthafukas stop
 Sellin nat shit
 That make the hoody drop
 No more easy gettin over
 For da cracka in the back

 Yo its over
 Number 1 wit a bullet
 He pull it what I do now
 Cant out run it or duck
 Or get a new Chuck
 Up against the wall
 Wont confess yall
 I mo move & I'm gone
 An so I guess yall
 Lemme tell you so lend me a listen
 I'm missin a life
 If I aint givin up an ass kissin
 No television or movie style
 No buckwild thinkin
 Cause I dont know what he drinkin
 But he better act quick
 Cause I'm gettin quicker
 3 mo seconds to go
 I hope he hold da trigga
 If he do dat
 The gatt iz outta his hands

 & then he gotta deal wit a man
 Punks jump up to get beat
 I'm on the funky beat
 Beat beat yall
 Until its 6 feet
 Under dirt & the mud
 Here we go again
 Another enemy if you
 Never was a friend
 Never clever
 As I was in this endever
 Never again trust a smile or grin
 From comin outta da womb
 To endin up in a tomb
 Another sport
 Caught knockin nat boom

 Here go the verse that hurts
 Head brother in charge
 So I better get bodyguard
 What can I do
 Break a leg on the avenue
 Where the bootleggers
 They be stackin the odds
 Try to be hard but they playin my cards
 Fuckin wit chicken
 But I'm duckin in the lard
 Been goin straight since 78
 I wanna live I dont wanna be late
 I head em comin at me
 Runnin fast & ruff
 Aint this a bitch & test for the tuff
 Bang/doubt it
 Without a life
 I cant live without it

Live And Undrugged Part II

 Rhymer in a zone

 Say u wanna revolution
 40 acres to 40 ounces
 Plus they announcin
 The mule is the one thats fooled
 But I pass to be that jackass
 Knockin that boom
 To the tomb
 Out the womb
 I bet against the spread
 I flipped death threats
 And the 3 to the head
 Never get enough
 The raw, the rugged, the ruff
 Oh my the jam the dunk the stuff
 I got a mind thats maddes than Minolta
 Hard in a rock place my corner
 And the winner is
 Whoop there it is
 33 years without a beer or slow gin fizz
 Rather get frunk off
 Hearin rhymin wit biz
 Rhymamatician, rumpshaker
 Not a cracker or a quacker
 But a waker
 Put my thing down
 Step my shit up
 Put up or shut up
 Peace to the original what up
 Back to the motherland
 Where its warmer, transformer
 Kill the informer
 I hear em talkin creepin
 But I'm not sleepin
 My mellow I go back
 Way back going, going
 Before crack
 And the 8 track
 Still goin, gone, goodbye
 To the lazy
 I ain't pushing up or drivin
 No daisies
 I gotta remember Philly in September
 Aint nuttin finer than peace
 In Carolina & to the gods
 Wanna be, gotta be
 Starter of mo flow
 Here we go the front row
 As I cut the silly rhymin
 Riddlin still the flow
 Gettin ridda dem
 Racist swazis
 Cause I'm brinin kamikazes
 They gotta give us where we live
 We don't own
 What you think is home
 Its time to go up in smoke
 911 is no joke
 Once again friends
 This enemy states fiddy states
 Still say chill wait until
 The right time baby
 Damn the blood line
 Gettin raid with AIDS
 But somebodys gettin paid
 Lets get it on and a on
 But brothers gettin killed
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