Crayola Lyrics - There's A Poison Goin' On - Public Enemy

Stax of wax 55 high fulla tracks 

New cats jackin' beats from way back 

Pay for play only way to get them platinum plaques 

Clear the racks jobbers slobbin' you for tax 

Robbery and snobbery 

Shit is killin' me softly wit that same damn song 

Makin' folk dumber in the summer 

A bummer when they shot willie in that hummer 

Keep it simple stupid means numbers 

Payola dough white owned black radio 

Runnin' on empty help go the desperado 

So I bomb the toms and negros who pray to cash flow 

No info to the masses as they shake their asses 

No clue but I can't get my shit up in to you 

Crayola with that same same ol shit 

Crayola with that played playa shit 

Crayola with that kid crayon shit 

Crayola with them ol spray on hits 

All fucked up ways must fall 

Now the industry can't stop me 

A vendetta to make the whole game better 

They get the cheddar all I got is a fuckin' letter 

What I owe? What am I 

Another number and a ho, they don't know 

Time to see 'em go like dominoes 

About time 'cause they endorsed the crime up in the rhyme 

Got these new souls controlled goin' outta their mind 

Missed what I said 'cause they don't even own their own heads 

Go one go all I forgot they made robots outta some of ya'll 

Today all fucked up ways must fall 

Today is up against the wall 

Misled in the head fucked by quiet storms and love songs 

Noddin' heads too hollow forgotten tomorrow 

Swallowing all that shit that's shallow 

Give the baby anything the baby wants 

But that's how them bastards get us up in them caskets 

Try to get me where they want me 

Before some of them jump me 

Go tell 'em I'm a start a rebellion 

Educate the felons easy on, yeah 

Tell 'em what the fuck am I yellin' 

No tellin' you got them artists and artificials 

If it ain't right I don't give a damn if it's sellin' 

Recruits chasin' and racin' for that loot 

Usin' usual drum loops so I salute my troops 

I don't socialize or mingle, fuck the promotionals 

And you know what and that g-damn single 

And the marketing team for that matter 

It don't matter DJ's gettin' dimes for time on a platter 

I ain't gotta be high to jack so I hijack 

FM radio EFF 'em turn it around muthafucka 

Gods to niggas, queens to bitches 

Race against time see 'em all runnin' for the riches 

Everything had its chance last dance 

Some things change like them weather forecasts 

Ha funny how shit don't last 

Crayola with that same same ol shit 

Crayola with that played playa shit 

Crayola with that kid crayon shit 

Crayola with them ol spray on hits