Yo yo whassup Ice man you look upset brother
Yo man, I got a lot of things on my mind man
But I don`t know if I should put it on this record, yaknahmsayin?
Man go ahead and kick it man
Let the people know what`s happenin man
You know brothers out there sellin out man
Why they goin out like that man?
Yo, sellin out like it ain`t nothin man
I ain`t with it
[Ice-T]
Dig it, I`m just a brother from L.A.
South Central, I live life the fly way
Used to bang and hustle but I traded for the big game
Infamy got dumped for fame
Now I`m known and respect as creator of the crime rhyme;
but my lyrics are deeper
Because I`m the one that makes you think before make a move
I wrote Pusher, High Rollers, and Colors just to prove
that I could kick game, and drop knowledge at the same time
But one L.A. station wouldn`t play my records one time
I`m tryin to save my community
but these bourgeoise blacks keep on doggin me
They don`t care about violence, drugs and gangs
KJLH, you ain`t about nuttin
You just a bunch of punk bourgeoise black suckers
and this one`s for me
You won`t play no Public Enemy
You ain`t playin no Boogie Down Productions
You ain`t tryin to represent the black community
You just carin about your little ol` R&B +BULL+
you play all day and night
I represent Los Angeles all over the United States
and you ain`t did NUTTIN for me
Think about it
Hold up, I ain`t finished on the diss tip
There`s a few more punks that I got to rip
All you chump MC`s who sell out quick
When P.E. was on the top, you rode the tip
But now they got problems and you suckers run
Who`s Chuck`s real friends, does he really have one?
You yell P.E. this, P.E. that
Fist in the air, proud to be black
Now they got static and you run like punks
I haven`t heard an MC stand up for him once
Maybe you suckers are just hopin that they fall off
so you can fill their shoes, nope sorry boss
That`s what the matter with black people anyway
We ain`t down with nothin, I don`t care what you say
yell or lie, don`t even bother
How low will a brother go for a dollar?
Public Enemy broke a new rap age
And now you rappers ain`t got nuttin to say?
Yo it`s their problem Griff shouldn`ta said it
E where`s my pistol? (Yo I`ll go get it)
Cause it`s time for me to enforce some discipline
Are you down or not, are you out or in?
Chuck Flav and Griff are my true friends
I got their backs if it means my career ends
All you so-called down MC`s with Public Enemy
I ain`t heard nobody out there, tryin to help my man out
YouknowhatI`msayin? Griff is my man, I don`t care WHAT he said
YouknowhatI`msayin? And I ain`t gon` let them go out like that
YouknowhatI`msayin? Chuck, Ice got your back
Anybody out there got problems with Public Enemy, come talk to me
Once again, I`m back in the diss mode
I gotta speak my mind, it`s time to unload
on this so-called government we`ve got
If I lied like them, I think I`d get shot
They sell drugs to kids and say it`s us
And when the cops are crooks, who can you trust?
You only see young brothers in a drug bust
Ashes to ashes, and dust to dust
My homey got a year for an ounce of weed
while Bush sells weapons to the enemy
You gotta be stone blind not to see
Our government is honest! Nigga, please
Cocaine can`t be made in the United States
Kickin facts like this our government hates
The young kids on the streets ain`t the enemy
They`re just ghetto youth after money
They sell drugs, but who sells drugs to them?
Try the C.I.A. my friend
or the F.B.I. or even Bush
Somebody`s gettin rich, damn sure ain`t us
We`re just killin ourselves while others laugh
Look at the street, it`s a cocaine bloodbath
We gotta realize dope is pure death
Mess with drugs, you`re breathin your last breath
Sellin drugs is straight up genocide
They`re gonna laugh, while we all die
Sittin up there thinkin you`re makin that money
Hustlin and all that, you`re killin your brothers
YouknowhatI`msayin? You just stupid, straight up stupid
Puttin dope into your body - c`mon, youknowhatI`msayin?
You gotta get somethin goin out there
Get some brains, youknowhatI`msayin?
We are just playin ourselves cold out of the pocket
This one`s for me, I make records for you
but this cut I straight out had to do
There`s topics in my mind I have to break
cause so many of you out there are so damn fake
If ya ain`t know they`re no-one, cutthroats
backstabbers, scheamin for banknotes
And all of you out there know what I`m talkin bout
If you claim you`re down then NEVER sell-out
Never sell out, youknowhatI`msayin?
You gotta stay down for yours
You know I want it, sure as I`m Ice-T
I make records for you, but this one`s for me
You know what I`m talkin bout out there
There`s ways to sell out left and right
But you ain`t got to do that
There`s things more important than money
I`m talkin bout pride, I`m talkin bout dignity
You got it out there
All you got to do is stand on your own two feet
Don`t go out like no sucker
Stay down, youknowhatI`msayin?
Peace
