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Artist: Public Enemy
Album:  Apocalypse 91
Song:   Lost at Birth

                Clear the way for the prophets of rage
                Engagin' on the stage, on a track
                Tell Jack stay in the back
                I was born
                Every level I'm on
                You're warned
                Just in case you forgot
                I pump in kilowatts
                To let 'em know which direction
                To go what's up I wanna know
                I test the front row
                Forgiven the givin' while the livin' is livin' it up
                So many people is sleepin' while standin' up
                Not dressed to impress or fess it
                That's it text to the brain like FedEx
                Treated one and the same
                'Cause the name of the game
                Don't give 'em checks above necks
                Some don't realize the same side
                Siddity in the city
                Suburbs or projects
                But we're livin' in a different time
                Some speed, some lead
                While some jus' pump rhymes
                Then again all in da same gang
                Info to flow
                And heal all below
                Let's go and find
                The piece of mind that's taken
                Or else the black
                or start breakin'
                Public Enemy no!