Last Mass Of The Caballeros Lyrics - There's A Poison Goin' On - Public Enemy

Madd topics, no you cant stop it 

Like how much they paid for that rocket? 

People in the hood really aint got shit 

How much got spent by the President? 

Where my money went? Livin' here separate 

Even heads gotta nerve yellin' represent 

Beat down cribs funky ghetto adlibs 

Gadgets, value jets, half lit cigarettes, city limits 

Put my whole soul in it 

I been waitin' too long to get where Im goin' 

Hatas dissin' this flowin', thinkin' ball and rap 

Is the greatest thing from blacks 

Hype, watch a sucka run to it 

Seems like a river runs through it 

Simple to do it, pass the can around 

Try to help one another 

The pimp got tricks 

That he learned from the other 

Go by the color youll discover 

Damn everybody aint no brother 

Just when you thought it was safe 

Im dubbing madd breaks on ol' C.I.A. tapes 

Aint no stoppin' who in this country tis of you 

Its monkey see monkey do 

Now in the age of followin' the celebrity rage 

A 12 gauge flipped the whole page 

The score lopsided in a one sided war 

Could be more than what you bargained for 

Six-pack weasels pumped up by their own press releases 

Till the capital ceases 

Aint no difference tween black and white 

Except the green in between, yeah, right 

Know, what I mean? Spook that sat by the sound 

Black like James Brown, its been goin' down 

Spirit in your dark ass direction 

Projection controls perception 

Got you guessin' in the art of deception 

Indexes confusin' Rolexes for Rolodexes 

Another brother fried in Texas 

Spent my best pay days hittin' off exec's 

Turn it up, turn it up, turn it up 

Analysis of the situations 

Bringing forth alarming revelations 

Cigars 100,000 dollar cars, what 

Most of us do the laundry in the bus 

Is we blessed 'cause fast foods processed 

Will the last be first can the first be less? 

Got no leverage 

Madd thirst for the beverages 

Now the funk got us dead 'n' drunk 

Got your drink on but got no think on 

Now you got beef, wanna knock out teeth 

Against the land of the lost, gettin' tosses 

6 daze a week of course to the bosses 

Old timers preachin' as born again rhymers 

In the school gotta walk men 

Graduates cant talk, man 

Lyin' between the chalk man 

Shakin' that money maker 

That MTV honey is a faker 

Let ill and Al take her 

Deaded borders separated by the waters 

Stats and surveys be off like Saturdays 

Madd killers reproducin' like caterpillars 

Whats on your mind on the welfare line? 

Cuttin' Medicaid got us droppin' like flies 

Words from the wise comin' from the dead 

Not alive from Facundo Ariel Lpez Trejo