Live & Undrugged Part I Ii Lyrics - Public Enemy

Ridenhour - young 

Live and undrugged part i 

Its been a long time 

Since the rhyme rode 

A rough road 

I'm riding rhymes & givin 

A dose of brotherland 

Never said I wasn't good at it 

Cause I'm a static addict 

No fear you gotta 

Know I had it 

If you know better 

Spose to do better 

So I know like al green 

We gotta stay together 

Knock, knock...who's there 

Where? overhere 

Da boom kids knockin 

Bang and they outta here 

The dopemans livin at home 

Aloneman 

They don't understand 

But they can 

They can can 

If I don't say it 

I'm a sucka parlayin it 

Don't really matter 

When the flow fatter 

But I don't dont 

Believe 

& duck bob an weave 

Will deceive a street corner 

And the 40 thieves 

They bring em in 

You do em in 

He bring em in 

You do us in 

Smell em knockin da/boom 

Hear em hittin nat/boom 

I'm comin atcha 

Live and uncut 

An undrugged 

These days they be thinkin I'm bugged 

Livin I be kicken it 

Hard instead of lickin it 

Down domination on the overground 

Tell me what we be 

Seekin is self preservation 

A nation of millions 

Gotta go wit a feelin 

Uncle sam be gatt uncle tom 

And when it comes to drugs 

Uncle tom gotta bomb 

Can I get a pop 

Till the muthafukas stop 

Sellin nat shit 

That make the hoody drop 

No more easy gettin over 

For da cracka in the back 

Yo it's over 

Number 1 wit a bullet 

He pull it what I do now 

Cant out run it or duck 

Or get a new chuck 

Up against the wall 

Wont confess yall 

I mo move & I'm gone 

An so I guess yall 

Lemme tell you so lend me a listen 

I'm missin a life 

If I ain't givin up an ass kissin 

No television or movie style 

No buckwild thinkin 

Cause I don't know what he drinkin 

But he better act quick 

Cause I'm gettin quicker 

3 mo seconds to go 

I hope he hold da trigga 

If he do dat 

The gatt iz outta his hands 

& then he gotta deal wit a man 

Punks jump up to get beat 

I'm on the funky beat 

Beat beat yall 

Until it's 6 feet 

Under dirt & the mud 

Here we go again 

Another enemy if you 

Never was a friend 

Never clever 

As I was in this endeavor 

Never again trust a smile or grin 

From comin outta da womb 

To endin up in a tomb 

Another sport 

Caught knockin nat boom 

Here go the verse that hurts 

Head brother in charge 

So I better get bodyguard 

What can I do 

Break a leg on the avenue 

Where the bootleggers 

They be stackin the odds 

Try to be hard but they playin my cards 

Fuckin wit chicken 

But I'm duckin in the lard 

Been goin straight since 78 

I wanna live I don't wanna be late 

I head em comin at me 

Runnin fast & ruff 

Aint this a bitch & test for the tuff 

Bang/doubt it 

Without a life 

I cant live without it 

Bang 

Live and undrugged part ii 

Rhymer in a zone 

Say u wanna revolution 

40 acres to 40 ounces 

Plus they announcin 

The mule is the one thats fooled 

But I pass to be that jackass 

Knockin that boom 

To the tomb 

Out the womb 

I bet against the spread 

I flipped death threats 

And the 3 to the head 

Never get enough 

The raw, the rugged, the ruff 

Oh my the jam the dunk the stuff 

I got a mind thats maddes than minolta 

Hard in a rock place my corner 

And the winner is 

Whoop there it is 

33 years without a beer or slow gin fizz 

Rather get frunk off 

Hearin rhymin wit biz 

Rhymamatician, rumpshaker 

Mindquaker 

Not a cracker or a quacker 

But a waker 

Put my thing down 

Step my shit up 

Put up or shut up 

Peace to the original what up 

Back to the motherland 

Where it's warmer, transformer 

Kill the informer 

I hear em talkin creepin 

But I'm not sleepin 

My mellow I go back 

Way back going, going 

Before crack 

And the 8 track 

Still goin, gone, goodbye 

To the lazy 

I ain't pushing up or drivin 

No daisies 

I gotta remember philly in september 

Aint nuttin finer than peace 

In carolina & to the gods 

Wanna be, gotta be 

Starter of mo flow 

Here we go the front row 

As I cut the silly rhymin 

Riddlin still the flow 

Gettin ridda dem 

Racist swazis 

Cause I'm brinin kamikazes 

They gotta give us where we live 

We don't own 

What you think is home 

Its time to go up in smoke 

911 is no joke 

Once again friends 

This enemy states fiddy states 

Still say chill wait until 

The right time baby 

Damn the blood line 

Gettin raid with aids 

But somebodys gettin paid 

Lets get it on and a on 

But brothers gettin killed 

Cause blunts & 40's is like 

Cookies to da milk 

I'm not crazy 

I'm the revelation 

Last days in time 

The overtime rhymer 

Rhymer in a zone 

Right vs wrong 

Good versus evil 

God versus the devil 

Public enemy 

Muse sick in hour mess age