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PUBLIC ENEMY lyrics : "LSD"

Told ya buffalo soldier
Fell to the ground like folgers
Couldn¹t hold the boulder

Fancy dancer paralyzed for an answer
In the hip hop game but the rap got cancer
Tumors poppin from the middle of rumors

Generation x be the end of baby boomers
Is the next generation headed for doom
Control the soul and you got a got a

Truck fulla fertilizer blowin up the spot
Think it¹s terrorism the border line¹s hot
Check the passports tap the telephone

Surprise they home grown
And one of your $#&@in own
It¹s dat same ol %#@! - dat same ol game

From that same ol gang up to that same ol thing
Now what i see say you know me
I pour a metaphor of lsd


I don¹t know what yall thinkin about
But if you know like i know

You better strap on your seatbelt
Cause you in for a long ride


Now i be damn i been a man
Figure i never call myself a !@$@
To get benjamans

What¹s love got to do wit what you got
Not a whole lot / no forgot oh this %#@! is hot
Spendin all the cheddar for clothes

Wit a sign foreclosed on the front mud
Lost in dominoes


Now the heads tell tales
How the dead bled and fled
Now they livin up in the bed

Instead they seize us like jesus
Married to the mob did a sloppy job in hempstead
Lord had mercy wanna curse me

New world order got my $$# drownin in the water
Now what you stuck to the west
That funk to the east is phat

Atl be krunk dirty south
Thirty thou crankin trunks
Try to pass the test but to the rest they flunk

Now what be indebted
Better get over it
Those times and raps ain¹t never comin back

No future without a pass i kick $$#
Rock the sox offa pandora¹s box
Is itany wonder why the clocks flavor got

Between rehearsin a verse my jaw lox
I set the bomb between the r & b scene
Go against the grain run up on the train

And so i parallel the brains of cobain
As hip hop brain made em spill the champagne
Make it plain the sound remains insane

Come the same no holes closin up the lane
Don¹t ask no questions on the simple level
Can the magic get shaq back

Knicks get van exel
Bold rap lyrics $#&@ whatcha heard
Not no lost and found nouns or half $$# words

Turnaround funk power moves ruffs
I ain¹t never been cuckoo for no coco puffs
Lsd, set it free make em see the tricks

Rather try at 37 than die at 26

Lawyers no loyalties accountants no royalties

Lie for a lie i look em in the eye
History speaking lawyers should die
Kissed the companies and made them all cry

A new rap song and a real drive by
Why o why did the video die
The narcs and the feds got the pimp ^!$$%s fraid

Threat of the aids got the (*##$es afraid
The god damn white man got you afraid
Social service got your mama afraid
Scared of the fact before a ^!$$%s black
Some of you say ^!$$% before you say crack

You got no back is what you lack
Just say black and i¹ll see where your $$# is at

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