Artist: Public Enemy
Album:  Muse Sick N Hour Mess Age
Song:   Bedlam 13:13

        Huffed and he puffed
        Huffed and he puffed
        Blew tha house down
        Now how dat sound
        Never no never
        Give up gotta gotta live up
        To my name
        Triple double in da rap game

        Cause I ain't goin niggatronic
        Smart e nuff to know I ain't bionic
        Wit my main man Harry
        Not Connick
        Rather rap my black as of
        Getcha hooked on phonics

        Good e nuff to know no endo
        Thru it out tha window
        Along wit tha Super Nintendo

        I'm a strict daddy
        Got dat right
        God damn right
        But have a good time/Dyn-o-mite
        Its just that I don't talk
        That same ol crap (shit)
        Cause papa got a brand new
        Bag fulla rap (hitz)

        The world don't work no more no more
        The world wont work no more
        Ain't gonna woek no more no more

        Verse II
        My main knick knack paddy wack
        C'mon & give a damn
        Confrontational man
        Iz what I am
        Iz what I am
        I'm tearin down da house that Jack built
        Cause he killt whoever he wanted & hunted
        And tax the backs of the environment macks
        Who plan in da silence of the skams
        A world dat wont work
        No more/no more

        Mother earth gets treated like a whore

        And he doeth great wonders
        So that he maketh fire come
        Down from heaven on the earth
        In sight of men

        Toms to the left of me
        Bombin to the right
        World good night
        He got destruction
        In his appetite

        On a platter a planet
        To him it doesn't matter
        3-2 at the plate
        Up go the greedy batter

        Environmental alarm
        To all not some
        Good God
        Cause we don't get two of em

        I was told that oil & water don't mix
        But the new world order
        Got a disorder
        & so I diss
        Cuss my disgust
        If I must
        One earth is da birth outta all of us
        And so I diss
        After the math
        Disaster wit a European autograph

        I.
        Gonna be bedlam
        If he spread em
        Da trigga is cocked
        Nowhere to flock

        II.
        Gonna be bedlam
        If he spread em
        Pass da word
        F what you heard

        III.
        Gonna be bedlam
        If he spread em
        Glock is cocked
        Now drop da props
        Gonna be bedlam
        If we spread em
        The day the whole world couldn't do it

        Repent
        Oh no!
        Check the preacher what he spent
        One way ticket to God to fix scars
        Woman & man runnin the land sea & air poor
        Do we all go the way of the dinosaur? or
        To hell & back attack
        The new clear fog got us sniffin like
        Atomic dogs
        Pocket fulla pimp daddy moves
        Put a code on a can
        Whatta hell of a man, shootin
        Trigga pollution, planet prostitution
        Uprootin da third
        We go to the way of the bird
        Can't do whatcha want to da place
        Don't waste my place
        Where you from?
        We only got one