Artist: Public Enemy
Album:  Muse Sick N Hour Mess Age
Song:   Live and Undrugged Pt. 1 & 2

Live And Undrugged Part I

        Its been a long time
        Since the rhyme rode
        A rough road
        I'm riding rhymes & givin
        A dose of brotherland
        Never said I wasn't good at it
        Cause I'm a static addict
        No fear you gotta
        Know I had it
        If you know better
        Spose to do better
        So I know like Al Green
        We gotta stay together

        Knock, knock...who's there
        Where? overhere
        Da boom kids knockin
        Bang and they outta here
        The dopemans livin at home
        Aloneman
        They dont understand
        But they can
        They can can
        If I dont say it
        I'm a sucka parlayin it
        Don't really matter
        When the flow fatter

        But I dont dont
        Believe
        & duck bob an weave
        Will deceive a street corner
        And the 40 thieves

        They bring em in
        You do em in
        He bring em in
        You do us in

        Smell em knockin da/boom
        Hear em hittin nat/boom

        I'm comin atcha
        Live and uncut
        An undrugged
        These days they be thinkin I'm bugged
        Livin I be kicken it

        Hard instead of lickin it
        Down domination on the overground

        Tell me what we be
        Seekin is self preservation
        A nation of millions
        Gotta go wit a feelin
        Uncle Sam be gatt Uncle Tom
        And when it comes to drugs
        Uncle Tom gotta bomb
        Can I get a pop
        Till the muthafukas stop
        Sellin nat shit
        That make the hoody drop
        No more easy gettin over
        For da cracka in the back

        Yo its over
        Number 1 wit a bullet
        He pull it what I do now
        Cant out run it or duck
        Or get a new Chuck
        Up against the wall
        Wont confess yall
        I mo move & I'm gone
        An so I guess yall
        Lemme tell you so lend me a listen
        I'm missin a life
        If I aint givin up an ass kissin
        No television or movie style
        No buckwild thinkin
        Cause I dont know what he drinkin
        But he better act quick
        Cause I'm gettin quicker
        3 mo seconds to go
        I hope he hold da trigga
        If he do dat
        The gatt iz outta his hands

        & then he gotta deal wit a man
        Punks jump up to get beat
        I'm on the funky beat
        Beat beat yall
        Until its 6 feet
        Under dirt & the mud
        Here we go again
        Another enemy if you
        Never was a friend
        Never clever
        As I was in this endever
        Never again trust a smile or grin
        From comin outta da womb
        To endin up in a tomb
        Another sport
        Caught knockin nat boom

        Here go the verse that hurts
        Head brother in charge
        So I better get bodyguard
        What can I do
        Break a leg on the avenue
        Where the bootleggers
        They be stackin the odds
        Try to be hard but they playin my cards
        Fuckin wit chicken
        But I'm duckin in the lard
        Been goin straight since 78
        I wanna live I dont wanna be late
        I head em comin at me
        Runnin fast & ruff
        Aint this a bitch & test for the tuff
        Bang/doubt it
        Without a life
        I cant live without it
        Bang

Live And Undrugged Part II

        Rhymer in a zone

        Say u wanna revolution
        40 acres to 40 ounces
        Plus they announcin
        The mule is the one thats fooled
        But I pass to be that jackass
        Knockin that boom
        To the tomb
        Out the womb
        I bet against the spread
        I flipped death threats
        And the 3 to the head
        Never get enough
        The raw, the rugged, the ruff
        Oh my the jam the dunk the stuff
        I got a mind thats maddes than Minolta
        Hard in a rock place my corner
        And the winner is
        Whoop there it is
        33 years without a beer or slow gin fizz
        Rather get frunk off
        Hearin rhymin wit biz
        Rhymamatician, rumpshaker
        Mindquaker
        Not a cracker or a quacker
        But a waker
        Put my thing down
        Step my shit up
        Put up or shut up
        Peace to the original what up
        Back to the motherland
        Where its warmer, transformer
        Kill the informer
        I hear em talkin creepin
        But I'm not sleepin
        My mellow I go back
        Way back going, going
        Before crack
        And the 8 track
        Still goin, gone, goodbye
        To the lazy
        I ain't pushing up or drivin
        No daisies
        I gotta remember Philly in September
        Aint nuttin finer than peace
        In Carolina & to the gods
        Wanna be, gotta be
        Starter of mo flow
        Here we go the front row
        As I cut the silly rhymin
        Riddlin still the flow
        Gettin ridda dem
        Racist swazis
        Cause I'm brinin kamikazes
        They gotta give us where we live
        We don't own
        What you think is home
        Its time to go up in smoke
        911 is no joke
        Once again friends
        This enemy states fiddy states
        Still say chill wait until
        The right time baby
        Damn the blood line
        Gettin raid with AIDS
        But somebodys gettin paid
        Lets get it on and a on
        But brothers gettin killed
        Cause blunts & 40's is like
        Cookies to da milk
        I'm not crazy
        I'm the revelation
        Last days in time
        The overtime rhymer
        Rhymer in a zone
        Right vs wrong
        Good versus evil
        God versus the devil
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