Y'all Don't Know Lyrics - New Whirl Odor - Public Enemy

In the whip, tryin' to a grip 

On how to bring the next and the new shit, brain lit 

No pen, no pad, this the sickest, illest thought 

I ever had thoughts of my ol' dad 

According to the word on the streets 

The votes were bought to insure the presidency, let's see 

The election was privatized co-operation, control the votes right before your very eyes 

Reinforce the lie on CNN, Fox 9, live at "5 at 5" 

As far as the public domain 

National elections have been takin' 

Out of the public brain, the public's insane 

The facts still remain the same 

The Bushes are dumber and dumber 

7 take away 1 in the brain, number and number 

They capitalize off the fear of the people 

Hip hop in the head of the people, lethal 

Y'all don't know, y'all don't know 

What you talkin' 'bout 

Y'all don't know, y'all don't know 

So what you saying? 

(Come on, come on) 

Like the chickens coming home to roost 

It's not a question of why 

But what party you choose 

The Government's the enemy 

Don't know about you but it's clear to me 

Uncle Sam wants me to be all that I can be to keep his enemies free 

Y'all don't know, y'all don't know 

What you talkin' 'bout? Y'all don't know, y'all don't know 

So what you sayin'? 

I got a black thought to send ya 

Bush and Kerry the New World Order agenda's in ya 

And it's a well known fact the next election, you'll vote republic rate 

And that's a fact and I'll bet a stack on that 

Shh, those are the lies and the liars that tell them 

Liars that lie like the lies they tell them 

Here's all the news that's fit to print 

From the mind of a pro black militant, uh 

Y'all don't know, y'all don't know 

Bio micro chips in the arms of pimps 

Snitches ain't shit along with the trick 

The shady Buchanan, get the dictionary 

It's very necessary that Tom got me out on the Ridge 

Homeless with nowhere to live, they fig' 

They called me the last N-I-G 

So I brought the noise and still lived 

The beast restored a puppet regime population 

8 point 9 human being beings 

Mental cap of a black, it's a fact 

Done deal, dude, it's a rap