Artist: Public Enemy
Album:  Muse Sick N Hour Mess Age
Song:   Thin Line Between Law and Rape

        Ya took me from a place
        Where the race didn't matter
        And gathered up bodies
        Without a choice
        So I rather
        Pass my opinion/back
        Run ya over
        With my rack an pinion
        Never stop the engine
        For watcha fathers did do the indian
        North & south
        Plus the Carribbean

        I got a vendetta
        Cause I know better
        Better black than a stereotype white
        No cash flow wit out work
        Talkin bout the past
        You busted our past
        You busted our ass
        Now you afraid cause I never got paid
        Now sucka jump
        You cant take whatcha want

        Chorus
        You can't take whatcha want
        Cause ya took whatcha want
        Cant get away cause we got it on tape
        You cant take whatcha want
        Cause ya took whatcha want
        Thin line between law & rape (scream)

        You can't take whatcha want
        Dont cha know
        We aint got nuttin left
        Cause you took the rest
        We aint got jazz rock & roll
        Rappin the lose
        Wit a few fat ladies left singin da blues
        Go abracadabra to make
        A wish I can mess wit
        Wonder why I'm under
        Neath a crew I cant get wit
        I never knew land was an acquisition
        BS from the best man in position
        Come again wit dat shit
        And set hit like a punk
        No, you cant take whatcha want

        Chorus 2X

        Break

        You cant take whatcha want
        I open up the trunk
        I see your phony ass
        Try to counterfeit funk
        From land to land

        To sea to sea
        Allover got the other man
        Messin wit me
        Took the motherland
        Made a slave of my mother and man
        Got a good man
        Sayin goddamn

        ...................Long pause

        And to hell with
        Back in the days
        Unless we go way back
        To the black ways
        Always
        Watch your back
        If ya crooked dont front
        You cant take whatcha want

        Chorus 2X

        We died on the line
        We walk the fine line he talked a good line