[verse 1] Its been a long and whining road Even though time keeps a changin Ima bring it all back home I been told i spit lyrics wit politics Why wouldnt
[verse 1] Welcome home to the terrordome Land of the forbidden Cause that man be sinnen And his hand be hidden To rule the planet He planned from the
nuttin' for ya man An' I can't do nuttin' for ya man They couldn't do nuttin' for ya man Yo childless sin Flavor flav is the sun Public Enemy number
Here come the drums Here come the drums Bass in your face Not an eight track Gettin' it good to the wood So the people give you some a dat Reactin' to
Public enemy #1 (Oh yeah) I'm public enemy #1 (Oh yeah) I'm public enemy #1 (Oh yeah) Public enemy #1 (Oh yeah) I'm public enemy #1 (Oh yeah) I'm public
Moby pemoby pemoby pemoby pe Chuck Just gonna drop this on one of them moby beats Here we go Cmon Put your hands in the air Allright / yall Cmon Put
enemy and make this committment To engage in struggle, with a clench fist lift it Be true to self before the GOD end this. Yo! Public enemy we back in
[verse 1] Celebrity the new drug In america Gotta have it Gotta be it So the young ones see it Watch out now Looka here now In these get rich or die tryin
Played in Cincinnati Wit my whole head nappy Made a rally in the street Wit nothin' but a beat Gotta grudge against a judge Kick 'em out that seat You
That's a lie Power to the people 'Cause the people want peace Have no fear, you're safe right here You are protected You're respected The people gotta
eyes Reinforce the lie on CNN, Fox 9, live at "5 at 5" As far as the public domain National elections have been takin' Out of the public brain, the public
Jump back poppin that track Gonna wreck it now Watchin yall --to the record now Catchin yall attention So shake it now Oh no find my flow Gonna break
master mind The masters mine. hey!!!! Back in your dome where the rebelz rome The greatest weapon in the hands of the oppressor is the mind of the oppressed Public enemy
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7 Rap like hell make it should like heaven 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 zero Black supermen is back as your hero Here ye, here yo, America the
[verse 1] Check that soul in Tape is rollin Black dont crack Where the party at? Stax, jumpback Wax them tracks Barkays cut it live Like 45s Strong songs
[verse 1] The Black falling down, its goin down No subject matter, I dont hear it goin around Minds over matter , they don't mind cause We dont matter
Man, you ain't gotta worry 'bout a thing 'Bout your daughter, nah, she ain't my type (But supposin' she said she loved me) Are you afraid of the mix of
Uh, your bad self, help me break this down from off the shelf Here's a music servin' you so use it, papa's got a brand new funk Get down party for your