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Artist: Public Enemy
Album:  Greatest Misses
Song:   Hit Da Road Jack

        I remember when us blacks
        Were on our backs
        Across tracks
        Where we live
        Now we packin' in Cadillacs
        Or Pontiac if you know
        What I'm sayin'
        Po' old nigg thinks it's a Caddy
        And now he's playin' mack daddy
        But that's all right I blame it
        All on Jack
        Who's Jack you ask me
        You say, I say it every time
        But the rhyme goes
        Into your head down to your toes
        And you missed me
        Play it off like a diss, yo
        Let's go & diss the
        Wick wick wack
        Wiggedy whack in fact
        I'm sayin' hit the road Hack
        For the hook
        I'll play it by the book
        For the track
        I'll bring it back
        Look out: Hit the road Jack

        Black is black
        White is white
        That's all right
        If you're right
        That's all right
        No need to fight, yo
        Much respect if your nature's in check
        A little
        If not expect me to cock a doodle do
        A riddle
        Just actin' cracka proves to be a
        Killer to me like I refuse to be a negro
        But we grow to be people
        But our color had 'em playin' us out
        Like we was Cinderella
        But if you take it & break it down
        Full of noise but Jack & his boys
        Keep doin' what they wanna do
        But hear me out
        Jack goes under color
        To kill one another
        'Cause some blacks act devil too
        And if you see him
        You can tell by his act
        Not his word but his deed
        And we bleed all because of that
        Lifestyle of a dirty rat
        And if you act like that
        Step back & hit the road Jack

        Not Jack the Ripper
        Or the jack of spades
        I'm not jackin' for beats
        Let's get Jack the raper
        Mothers cried while forefathers died
        From the whip
        And not a bit ever made the paper
        When I come they all
        Run & hide
        And they quit
        And yell loud
        Here he come wit' dat black s--t
        I'm thru wit Jack
        Bein' the quarterback of the scene
        He's played out like bell-bottom jeans
        I took a line from the Main Source
        For that
        I know they feel the same
        Thank you
        Hit road Jack