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Artist: Public Enemy
Album:  Apocalypse 91
Song:   A Letter To The New York Post
        - Drayton - Gary G-Wiz - Robertz -

        Yo gee
        Come and get your New York Post
        New York Post right here
        Come on y'all
        Get the bost stubost stubost
        Coasta coasta New York Post
        Yo New York Post don't brag or boast
        Dissin' flavor when he's butter that you put on your toast
        Put my address in the paper cause I smacked that girl
        She's the mother of my kid's that I took around the world
        Disagreements having scuffles when you share upon
        You shouldn't try to drain subjects in a duck pond
        If you're gonna tell a story about people's worries
        Watch what you tell 'em cause they don't bring you glory
        It only brings agony, ask James Cagney
        He beat up on a guy when he found he was a fagney
        Cagney is a favorite he is my boy
        He don't jive around he's a real McCoy
        Chuck D yeah, you tellin' Flav we got to let 'em know
        Here's a letter to the New York Post
        The worst piece of paper on the east coast
        Matter of fact the whole state's forty cents
        in New York City fifty cents elsewhere
        It makes no goddamn sense at all
        America's oldest continuously published daily piece of bullshit
        Flavor Flav is the one that makes The Post money
        Writers making violence in headlines funny
        Tryin' to undress my past until it's naked
        Post got Flavor from sellin' no records
        Europe Asia to the street of New York
        Flavor Flav known for his finesse talk
        Do it to ya for The Post to employ me
        New York Post can't destroy me
        Rapper of Public Enemy, rapstar beats lover
        With the headline of a fucked up cover
        Out the pot took plate New York Post
        get your story straight motherfucker
        It always seem they make our neighborhood look bad
        Here's a letter to the New York Post
        Ain't worth the paper it's printed on
        Founded in 1801 by Alexander Hamilton
        That is 190 years continuous of fucked up news
        Yo one can play the game, two can play the game
        Yo Flav read on can't forget you either Jet
        Flavor Flav is your best Jet yet
        My own people own the most business
        Write on faith of value'sness
        Should have checked with me before you wrote it
        Got it from another source and quote it
        Put it out like the new year bull drop
        In every beauty parlor and barber shop
        Flavor Flav world renown
        Can't keep a man like Flavor down
        Yo Jet be a good host
        Don't print bull like the New York Post
        Augh, looks like somebody slipped up here
        Anyway here's a letter to the New York Post
        Black newspaper and magazines are supposed to get the real deal 
        from the source y'all
        Sorry, Jet you took the info straight out of The Post
        Burned us just like toast
        When it comes to getting you facts straight about P.E.
        Get your shit correct