Artist: Public Enemy
Album:  Muse Sick N Hour Mess Age
Song:   Whole Lotta Love Goin On...

        Whole lotta love goin on
        In da middle of what?
        Say what?
        What's goin on?

        I leave em home alone
        Dey turned into danger zones
        Studio shootouts, leavin no doubt
        In da eyes of the wise
        About the other guys

        Fantasi n gettin nat rep
        Makin you move
        While they disturb the groove
        Now the partys over ooops!
        Outta time
        Yo my brother can you spare a crime
        Some wanna take me out
        I even call em my own
        (Can't we all just get along?)
        Rap iz a contact sport
        Can I get support
        When I hum to da maximum
        What I talk is straight
        From da sidewalk strong

        The velt New York
        112 beatz a minute
        An I'm flowin in it
        Have no mercy
        On da ones that curse me


        And when I'm in da paint
        The feuding might be over
        But the fussin aint
        Some hate the way I say em
        Cause I block em like
        Zo to da am
        Beginning of an end of an error
        Incredible shrinking race

        Fiend without a face
        Still got love for em
        But some aint got love
        For the rest of us

        So my boys get iller than
        Illinois (Terminator)
        Return to da noise

        I'd rather fall off
        Than fall victim of crime
        And a low percentage rhyme
        If I go down they goin wit me
        So come & get me...c'mon