Artist: Public Enemy Album: There's a POISON Goin On.... Song: Kevorkian Typed by: www.atomicpop.com/atomicpopmusic/pelyrics/PE-kervorkian.html Start a war on the poor gettin mad donations Takin cheese out of poor nations Got haitians still on sugar plantations Wiped em out called it exotic vacations. As you dig it they set up regulations Turn the rest of the world into cancer patients. Whatıs the diff no buts ands or ifs... Now i need a place to hide away. Are you ready are you ready Whose the real docs of death Oh no itıs doctor death Killer man atomic b-boys in japan. Another brother dies up in sudan Kevorkian got the heads lookin for that kill em Dead from the feds shit man Contaminated in sad predicaments Blood threats, blastin continents Kings, queens dead presidents Canıt tell me where my chiza went. Take em down blow the house down blaw The evils got you wobblin like weebles Thinking you equal, killin lost peoples No sequal remember biko Whose the real docs of death Oh no itıs doctor death Whose the real docs of death Killin millions til theyıre last breath Got no right to be dead ass wrong Killin me softly with your songs Bring the noise But surrounded by cowboys Indigenous but wiped out Diggin new ditches Can you dig it Turnin tricks at the tip of politics The devils slick, gettin their head split I spit at those hypocrites So i sticks to the music Think about it itıs god You better get with the scene Keep you and i from being human beings You deserve what you deserve, If you believe what he believes And into everything you leave. Oh what a tangled web you weave, When destroyed by the disease by 33 degrees Bringing satan down to his knees İ1999 Suburban Funk, Inc.