Artist: Public Enemy
Album:  Muse Sick N Hour Mess Age
Song:   Stop in the Name

        Full fledgin never sat on my legend
        No shuffle or shoulder shruggin
        Uncle Tommin nickel & dime rhymin
        This renegade rippin
        Rugged trax I love it
        Sorta black owned
        Like da Denver Nuggets
        Pow pow
        The original
        Harder hitter
        Iz back in black
        On deck wit a turtleneck
        Uh ha you can drink
        All you want
        But hard dont make
        Da liquid matter you intake
        The logical
        Sorta psychological
        Brother like butter spread to one
        Another
        Thicker da blunt & got sicker
        Once upon a rhyme all bigger
        Meant was for bigga cotton picker
        Leave alone
        The men from the mice
        Who twice packs da gatt
        Turn into dirty ratts
        I'm comin wit the andidote, I hope they cope
        To da rhythm I wrote
        Pawns in da game
        Goin down da drain
        Final call to my race in pain