A Letter To The Ny Post Lyrics - Public Enemy

Yo, gee, come and get your New York Post 

New York Post right here 

Come on, y'all, get the boost stubost, stubost 

Stubost, coasta, coasta New York Post 

Yo, New York Post don't brag an' boast 

Dissin' flavor when he's butter that you put on your toast 

Put my address in the paper 'cause I smacked that girl 

She's the mother of my kid's that I took around the world 

Disagreements having scuffles when you share upon 

You shouldn't try to drain subjects in a duck pond 

If you're gonna cover stories about people's worries 

[Incomprehensible] tell 'em cause they don't bring glory 

It only brings agony, ask James Cagney 

He beat up on a guy when he found he was a fagney 

Cagney is a favorite, he is my boy 

'Cause he don't jive around, he's a real McCoy 

Yeah, you tellin' Flav, we got to let 'em know 

Here's a letter to the New York Post 

The worst piece of paper on the East Coast 

Matter of fact the whole state's forty cents 

in New York City fifty cents elsewhere 

It makes no goddamn sense at all 

America's oldest continuously published daily piece of bullshit 

Flavor Flav is the one that makes The Post money 

Writers making violence in headlines funny 

Tryin' to undress my past 'til it's naked 

Post got Flavor from sellin' all the records 

Europe, Asia to the street of New York 

Flavor Flav known for his finesse talk 

Do it to ya for The Post to employ me 

New York Post can't destroy me 

Rapper of Public Enemy, rapstar beats lover 

With the headline of a fucked up cover 

Out the pot took the plate New York Post 

Get your story straight motherfucker 

It always seem they make our neighborhood look bad 

Here's a letter to the New York Post 

Yo, ain't worth the paper it's printed on 

Founded in 1801 by Alexander Hamilton 

That's a hundred and ninety years continuous of fucked up news 

Yo one can play the game, two can play the game 

Yo Flav read on can't forget you either Jet 

Flavor Flav is your best Jet yet 

My own people owns the most business 

Wrote on faith of value'sness 

Should have checked with me before you wrote it 

Got it from another source and quote it 

Put it out like the new year bull drop 

In every beauty parlor and barber shop 

Flavor Flav world renown 

Can't keep a man like Flavor down 

Yo, Jet be a good host 

Don't print bull like the New York Post 

Augh, looks like somebody slipped up here 

Anyway here's a letter to the New York Post 

Black newspaper and magazines 

Are supposed to get the real deal from the source y'all 

Sorry, Jet you took the info straight out of The Post 

Burned us like toast 

So when it comes to getting you facts straight about P.E. 

Get your shit correct