Testo Live and undrugged pt. 1 & 2 dei Public Enemy

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Muse sick in hour mess age

1994

01. Whole lotta love goin on in the middle of hell
02. Give it up
03. What side you on?
04. Stop in the name
05. What kind of power we got?
06. So whatcha gone do now?
07. White heaven / black hell
08. Race against time
09. They used to call it dope
10. I ain't mad at all
11. Ain'tnuttin buttersong
12. Live and undrugged pt. 1 & 2
13. Thin line between law and rape
14. Death of a carjacka
15. I stand accused
16. Godd complexx
17. Hitler day

Live and undrugged pt. 1 & 2

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
Aloneman
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
Believe
& 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
Bang

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
Mindquaker
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
Cause blunts & 40's is like
Cookies to da milk
I'm not crazy
I'm the revelation
Last days in time
The overtime rhymer
Rhymer in a zone
Right vs wrong
Good versus evil
God versus the devil
Public Enemy
Muse Sick In Hour Mess Age

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Knock, knock...who's there 
Where? overhere 
Da boom kids knockin 
Bang and they outta here 
The dopemans livin at home 
Aloneman 
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 
Believe 
& 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 
Bang

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 
Mindquaker 
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 
Cause blunts & 40's is like 
Cookies to da milk 
I'm not crazy 
I'm the revelation 
Last days in time 
The overtime rhymer 
Rhymer in a zone 
Right vs wrong 
Good versus evil 
God versus the devil 
Public Enemy 
Muse Sick In Hour Mess Age