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Mc Ren

Genres: Hip-Hop

Raw Shit Lyrics - Mc Ren

[Chuck D: x4 repeat in the background] 

Raw shit, hardcore hip-hop hits 

 

[Paris] 

Yes, live, real rap's back again 

You in tune to the real, Hard Truth Soldier radio 

The _Sonic Jihad_ continues 

Where you either with us, or you against us 

Dogs of the world unite 

It's Public Enemy 

 

[Verse 1: Chuck D] 

GOD DAMN I state with my fist uplifted 

In a state where our freedom is severely twisted and 

abused, I'm used to rhythm of rebel 

I've been fightin this shit with the volume level up to 

ten and spendin my time on the rhyme battlefield 

Watchin as my brothers are killed with no justice 

or peace, in the middle of hell 

And I was out on the Isle when the two Towers fell 

So now you're gonna tell that the war is won 

and what's done is done, an all-good _Son of a Bush_ 

I've been there before, "got a letter from government" 

Slid underneath, my front door 

The poor get fucked while the rich is still amused 

And what's left of the Bill of Rights is pimped and abused 

While the patriots actin like kings 

But the black is back, I'm all in with the noise I bring! 

 

[Chuck D: x4 repeat in the background] 

Raw shit, hardcore hip-hop hits 

 

[Flavor Flav] 

Yeah that's right, we're Public Enemy #1 in New York 

Public Enemy #1 in Chicago 

Public Enemy #1 in Detroit 

Public Enemy #1 in Oakland 

Public Enemy #1 in Baltimore 

Public Enemy #1 in Miami 

Public Enemy #1 in Indiana 

Also Public Enemy #1 in L.A., boyeee 

 

[Verse 2: Paris] 

Ask yourself why we just get by 

While we struggle to maintain, bring sight to the blind 

Up against the machine the _Bush Killer_ remain 

In between the government and the public that's trained 

Where white companies profit off black death 

And house nigga rap thugs sell murder to kids 

Where the media maintains all thought control 

And fake news propaganda serve to rot the soul 

We all unified to fight, keep the message and awake black 

Open up your eyes, see the enemy and shake that 

Bullshit lyin, free your mind, we combine 

To combat the perpetrator of the crime design 

With fake patri-ots and religion the same 

Both blind and repressed, both practicin hate 

Both followin the lead of people never concerned 

with justice when the motive is the profit return 

we justice when motivate and positive return 

We servin 

 

[Chuck D: x4 in the background] 

Raw shit, hardcore hip-hop hits 

 

[Paris] 

Yeah, all day everyday we bring believe 

All day everyday the most extreme 

All day everyday we bring believe 

Yeah, all day everyday we break the scheme 

 

[Verse 3: MC Ren] 

Worldwide vendetta, these reperations above cheddar 

We got to fuckin get it together 

So each one, teach one, fo' the straggle 

Bein black in America's some shit to juggle 

They won't give motherfuckers a job 

They wanna throw you in the pen when you forced to rob 

But the Villain is back, with the Black Panther of rap 

Paris my nigga, you other fools never got bigger 

I make this whole system quiver 

With the street shit I'ma deliver, from my villa 

Here I go again scarin people to death 

America hold yo' breath, we the last left 

And still got my black ass on the bottom 

You motherfuckers in the jury that's why I shot 'em 

I shot down one, to get away from two 

Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do 

 

[Chuck D: x4 in the background] 

Raw shit, hardcore hip-hop hits 

 

[Flavor Flav] 

Bust it, we're Public Enemy #1 in D.C. 

Public Enemy #1 in New Jersey 

Public Enemy #1 in Cleveland, Ohio 

Public Enemy #1 in Alabama y'all 

Public Enemy #1 in Tennessee 

Public Enemy #1 in Mississippi 

Public Enemy #1 in Philly, in Atlanta 

Also we're Public Enemy #1 in St. Louis 

 

[Outro: Flavor Flav] 

But let tell you a little somethin man 

I'm tired of all these flatheads and all these coneheads 

You know what I'm sayin? I'ma tell you somethin 

There's nuttin but spies out there, you know what I'm sayin? 

Somebody is always out there with the binoculars 

Somebody's always lookin out they window, and you know who know, that 

You don't see everybody that see you, you know what I'm sayin? 

So yo, to all you spies, creatin nuttin but lies, yo 

In your face you need nuttin but pies, pies, pies 

Cold pies, you know what I'm sayin? 

You know how that go G 

 

[Chuck D] 

Public Enemy #1