What Side You On? - Public Enemy

It’s overtime so the lyric, they fear it

When they hear it

The flow

100 miles and runnin

And Get near it

And go

Check it out

Go

To the race

Give the drummer a taste

The bass iz commin commin

Suckas runnin from it

Damn, why you call him the man

Here I am scramm

Never ran, never fight the Black

From Iraq or Iran, who bombed Japan?

Blood on his hands

Part of a plan

He don’t really believe In uhh!

God damn

If it comes down to shuttin

Them down

I’m in the hood surrounded, Tell em I’m grounded

I’m on that psycho analytical

Tip if politics iz stickin to The mix like tricks

I’m one more time givin time Where the rhyme go

Elite to the street To the brothers doing death row

(So where ya at If the beat ain’t fat)

Say what

C’mon And get some

Rattle rattle Kiss and I hum

Come can you Get it on the one

C’mon pick it up Pick it at

Pack it at

Pack it up

To the black

Who be talkin

Where they at

Where they at

Wicked wild

Feelin irie

Not sorry

Get it see it written down in a diary

Same say fuck all dat Political shit

But wanna get paid when

Their brains in the low grade

Nowhere to run/here they come come

Nowhere to run/here they come come

Nowhere to run/here they come come

Nowhere to run/here they come come

Nowhere to run/here they come come

I’m a fan first

I reverse another trick verse

To the point

Where I can rock dis funky joint

In the brain game, I’m keepin my head clear

In 33 years so what

I never had a beer

I don’t know what I’m missin

I’m not dissin But I know I ain’t ass kissin

Time to draw the line This time the rhyme

Got da good guy goin gettin da nine

Cause I know the hoody Got it good wit the hitman

Can I get a hitman Know I’m duckin nat quicksand

The funky automatic Handlin static

Sellin out I ain’t good at it

When I got bumbed I’m gonna open up

Hitt em up stone to da bone

But it ain’t gotta be like that

And thats that

Can u tell me yall… what

All in wit the law

They fall in

The great white hole where they

Be sellin their soul

Never get enough

They be talkin dat roughneck shit

Be comin they quit

Fuck dat blood iz thicker

Than water shit

That shit iz counterfeit

Devil go where da shoe fit

Black mans law iz raw like Africa

You violate

Were comin after ya

They’re here