Artist: Public Enemy
Album:  Muse Sick N Hour Mess Age
Song:   Ain'tnuttin Buttersong

        We got so much soul
        You can damn near see it
        Spinnin on a 45
        I've come to the conclusion
        Clear the confusion
        My point is to rock
        Dis funky joint
        Dont you know
        I got tangled
        In the star spangled banner
        In the middle of Alabama
        Or was it Tennesee or Arkansas
        New York & Cali got the same
        Amount of race rallys
        I know they wanna hang me
        Straight around the neck
        So I'm knockin off the hand checks
        So you can
        When I say what it is
        It ain't nutting but a song

        Krackas, killas, kidnappas
        KKK tryes to blame it on the rappers
        They dont count the ones
        That bounce to the 40 ounce
        Or the runts dat get stunted
        By the bluntz
        This time I'm gonna take it down the line
        To the ones that are ready
        They be holdin it steady
        When a song so wrong
        So many be singin it
        Strangled tangled
        Caught in a spangled
        Banner got em on dat camera
        Stars I'm seein from
        A beatdown in a slamma
        O cay can you see
        But you cant
        Uncle Sammy wears the pants
        Toms his bitch
        When he's swingin a switch
        Rather stick da poor up
        And give it to da rich
        I always thought dat power
        Was to the people, we the people
        O say can I see we ain't people

        When I pledge allegiance
        I shoulda got a sticka
        1st grade/2nd grade
        I shoulda just kicked a
        Verse in the middle of class
        Instead of singin bout bombs
        Like a dumb ass
        Land of the free
        Home of the brave
        And hell with us nigas we slaves
        That shoulda been the last line
        Of a song that's wrong form to get
        So when everybody stand
        I sit

        The red is for blood shed
        The blue is for the sad ass songs
        We be singin in church while white mans heaven is black mans hell
        The stars what we way when we
        Got our ass beat
        Stripes whip marks in our backs
        White is for the obvious
        Ain't no black in that flag