Artist: Public Enemy
Album:  Muse Sick N Hour Mess Age
Song:   Hazy Shade of Criminal

        Reach uppity reach gotta reach
        Power to the people & the beats
        Some people accuse some people of crimes
        Some people get away wit' losin' my rhyme
        They don't like where I'm comin' from
        So dey play dumb
        Dumb diggetty dumbb diggetty dumb
        But I'm tellin' you what they do
        Play a fool
        While the real thief cools in a pool
        He who got the finger on the war button
        Talkin' loud ain't sayin' nuttin
        TV got 'em bigger than life
        All he needs is a knife
        Who's the criminal?

        To the blind def & dumb
        Hard to see 'em comin'
        Don't be dumb diggety dumb
        Politikin' writin' bad checks
        Still dey gettin' wreck
        Goin' fo' a nigga neck
        Rollin' in a blue 'n' white gang
        Ready to bang biggedy bang
        Hangin' 'round da hangin' rope
        Nope n-o-p-e
        I ain't bendin' for the soap
        Never understood why the 'hood
        Half od who's in da joint
        Now dey got me losin' my point
        Gotta have it goin' on
        Born criminal born

        Take a piece of America back
        But who had it first
        Hear the indian curse

        Robbed & stole so many so much
        It ain't funny
        Now who got 'em face on money

        Politician passin' a bill paid in full
        C-note rockin' in a pocket
        How they livin' makin' sure they
        Lockin' us up I got a feelin' I'm...

        When it come to somethin' we say
        What dey don't like is a brother like me
        On da mike

        In fact to the gritty ain't none of us wack
        Noriega had back

        Jeffrey Dahmer enter the room without cuffs

        How the hell do we set stuffed
        In da back of a cell
        On an isle
        Ain't it wild
        What's a criminal?

        Only if I had one more time to kick
        The rhythm that keep rippin' down the door
        So the real crominals get exposed behind the clothes
        Doors 'n' the suits that make 'n' break da law

        Lookin' for my own 'cause I had enuff bull
        I can't understand it must be crooked
        Way they planned it

        Police supposed to keep the peace
        But I can't truss 'em
        So I keep my piece
        Loaded & cocked
        'Cause I don't miss the block
        I'm talkin' about the ones who don't get chained to the rock
        While we go away for the neighborhood crime
        Never liked what I saw in the law
        Indiana tress hangin' us instead of leaves
        We hangin' the rope
        Real criminals...