Anti-Nigger Machine - Public Enemy

When I’m talkin’rhyme time

To blow your mind time some say

It’s nothing worse than a verse

To hear some nigger curse

They call me rude some dudes fiery attitude

Claimin’I boast and smoke

And sometimes sing the blues

I twang metal and settle

Try to never back pedal

From the power some got

To get a nigger shot

The null and void I avoid

I test the paranoid

Never had to be bad

My mama raised me mad

So what I got is hot

I love my life a lot

I’m never sad just glad

That’s why I thank my dad

Once they never gave a fuck about

What I said

Now they listen and they want my head

Instead of peace the police

Just wanna wreck and flex

On the kid

What I did was try to be the best

So they fingered the trigger

Figured I was a bigger nigger

And started to search

An so I headed west

Went to cally a rally

Was for a brothers death

It was the fuzz who shot him

An not da blood or cuzz

I wondered why it was like

So I just held my mike

But in my mind I was blind

So I just tried to find

A reason we was quick

Just the way that we was

So I just stayed in the crib

Until I got a buzz…