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

Told ya buffalo soldier 

Fell to the ground like folgers 

Couldnt hold the boulder 

Fancy dancer paralyzed for an answer 

In the hip hop game but the rap got cancer 

Tumors poppin from the middle of rumors 

Generation X be the end of baby boomers 

Is the next generation headed for doom 

Control the soul and you got a got a 

Truck fulla fertilizer blowin up the spot 

Think its terrorism the borderlines hot 

Check the passports tap the telephone 

Surprise they home grown 

And one of your fuckin own 

Its dat same ol shit, dat same ol game 

From that same ol gang up to that same ol thing 

Now what I see say you know me 

I pour a metaphor of LSD 

I dont know what yall thinkin about 

But if you know like I know 

You better strap on your seatbelt 

Cause you in for a long ride 

Now I be damn I been a man 

Figure I never call myself a nigger to get Benjamin 

Whats love got to do wit what you got 

Not a whole lot, no forgot oh this shit is hot 

Spendin all the cheddar for clothes 

Wit a sign foreclosed on the front mud 

Lost in dominoes 

Now the heads tell tales how the dead bled and fled 

Now they livin up in the bed 

Instead they seize us like Jesus 

Married to the mob did a sloppy job in Hempstead 

Lord had mercy wanna curse me 

New world order got my ass drownin in the water 

Now what you stuck to the west 

That funk to the east is phat, ATL be krunk dirty south 

Thirty thou crankin trunks 

Try to pass the test but to the rest they flunk 

Now what be indebted, better get over it 

Those times and raps aint never comin back 

No future without a pass, I kick ass 

Rock the sox off a Pandoras box 

Is it any wonder why the clocks flavor got? 

Between rehearsin a verse my jaw lox 

I set the bomb between the R and B scene 

Go against the grain run up on the train 

And so I parallel the brains of Cobain 

As hip hop brain made em spill the champagne 

Make it plain the sound remains insane 

Come the same no holes closin up the lane 

Dont ask no questions on the simple level 

Can the magic get Shaq back, Knicks get Van exel 

Bold rap lyrics fuck whatcha heard 

Not no lost and found nouns or half ass words 

Turnaround funk power moves ruffs 

I aint never been cuckoo for no coco puffs 

LSD, set it free make em see the tricks 

Rather try at 37 than die at 26 

Lawyers no loyalties accountants no royalties 

Lie for a lie, I look em in the eye 

History speaking lawyers should die 

Kissed the companies and made them all cry 

A new rap song and a real drive by 

Why o why did the video die 

The narcs and the feds got the pimp niggas fraid 

Threat of the aids got the bitches afraid 

The goddamn white man got you afraid 

Social service got your mama afraid 

Scared of the fact before a niggas black 

Some of you say nigga before you say crack 

You got no back is what you lack 

Just say black and Ill see where your ass is at