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Public Enemy Muse Sick-N-Hour Mess Age Bedlam 13:13 Ridenhour - Walford Huffed and he puffed Huffed and he puffed Blew tha house down Now how dat sound Never no never Give up gotta gotta live up To my name Triple double in da rap game Cause I ain't goin niggatronic Smart e nuff to know I ain't bionic Wit my main man Harry Not Connick Rather rap my black as of Getcha hooked on phonics Good e nuff to know no endo Thru it out tha window Along wit tha Super Nintendo I'm a strict daddy Got dat right God damn right But have a good time/Dyn-o-mite Its just that I don't talk That same ol crap (shit) Cause papa got a brand new Bag fulla rap (hitz) The world don't work no more no more The world wont work no more Ain't gonna woek no more no more Verse II My main knick knack paddy wack C'mon & give a damn Confrontational man Iz what I am Iz what I am I'm tearin down da house that Jack built Cause he killt whoever he wanted & hunted And tax the backs of the environment macks Who plan in da silence of the skams A world dat wont work No more/no more Mother earth gets treated like a whore And he doeth great wonders So that he maketh fire come Down from heaven on the earth In sight of men Toms to the left of me Bombin to the right World good night He got destruction In his appetite On a platter a planet To him it doesn't matter 3-2 at the plate Up go the greedy batter Environmental alarm To all not some Good God Cause we don't get two of em I was told that oil & water don't mix But the new world order Got a disorder & so I diss Cuss my disgust If I must One earth is da birth outta all of us And so I diss After the math Disaster wit a European autograph I. Gonna be bedlam If he spread em Da trigga is cocked Nowhere to flock II. Gonna be bedlam If he spread em Pass da word F what you heard III. Gonna be bedlam If he spread em Glock is cocked Now drop da props Gonna be bedlam If we spread em The day the whole world couldn't do it Repent Oh no! Check the preacher what he spent One way ticket to God to fix scars Woman & man runnin the land sea & air poor Do we all go the way of the dinosaur? or To hell & back attack The new clear fog got us sniffin like Atomic dogs Pocket fulla pimp daddy moves Put a code on a can Whatta hell of a man, shootin Trigga pollution, planet prostitution Uprootin da third We go to the way of the bird Can't do whatcha want to da place Don't waste my place Where you from? We only got one |
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