Enemy Public I Stand Accused Lyrics

I Stand Accused Lyrics

I see I'm peeking out ready to rumble  

 So now I'm speaking out  

 Against those  

 That flip the way the story goes  

 One never knows  

 Who be flippin the script  

 Whatever the traitors name  

 My aim is dunk em like  

 I'm Chris Webber  

  

 So many phony smilin faces  

 Traces of slander  

 Got em comin outta funny places  

 I had it an hear em  

 Talkin loud behind my back  

 What was good for the hood  

 Is what they say is wack  

 I take the stabbin & grin  

 When I'm hit  

 Cause I know the suckas smile  

 When I leave em  

 What I'm comin wit  

  

 I cant complain about the money  

 Although the suckas in the back  

 They talkin shit  

 An laughin like its somethin funny  

 I aim to make changes  

 An never change  

 Unless its for the better  

 Cause I always been a go better  

  

 Clean hustler  

 Rhyme instead of muscle ya  

 Born when ya thinkin I'm gone  

 The terror era is on...  

  

 I stand accused  

 To the crews  

 I paid my dues  

  

 I stand accused  

 I refuse  

 To stand and lose  

  

 I stand accused  

 To the news  

 I kick da blues  

 I stand accussed  

 I refuse  

  

 I hear em talkin & walkin  

 Behind my back I'm attacked  

 Fuck the knife in the back  

 Cause it feels like they got an axe  

  

 Yeah I can dig it wit a shovel  

 I never dig dirt wit the devil  

 Instead I'm on that other level  

  

 But I took time to reach down  

 To help the black & brown  

  

 I never stood around  

 I hear em talkin behind  

 My mind  

 In a ocean of sharks  

 And a back full a hackmarks  

  

 They say I'm fallin off  

 Yeah, they better call it off  

 & get muscle  

 & find another hustle quick  

 Sick n tired of critics  

 But I can take a hit  

 I'm all man  

 Alley oopin the vocal on jams  

 But they dont know it  

 They can blow it  

  

 & take a puff of dis joint  

 I see I'm kissin it off the cuff  

 Behind the back  

 I'm pullin axes and blades out the arms & the legs  

 Still my fellas get paid  

 The terror era is on  

  

 Fuck a critic/fuck fuck a critic  

 All the fuckin critics  

 Can get the did dit  

  

 All a fuckin critic does is  

 Draw a fuckin line  

  

 Cross a line and dis my rhyme  

 & then they ass is mine  

  

 If you find a critic dead  

 Remember what I said  

 Who killed a critic  

 Guess the crew did it  

  

 Say paybacks a crazy ass message  

 Sent to the writers who criticize  

 They're fuckin wit afreedom fighter  

  

 Who raises flags  

 & dragged the klan in bodybags  

 I hung em up in Missisippi & bum fuck  

 This is Chuck so what the hell  

 You think I did it for  

 To open doors from Carolina to Arkansas  

 And lemme let em I met em  

 I told my boys forget em  

 An what they did got rid of me  

 Negative  

 But 94 got stunts & blunts in da mix  

 I hear the crowd fallin vic  

 To old ghetto tricks  

 But if I wasn't your cousin  

 Wed leave em in the dozens  

 Of sellin out & bellin out  

 Half pint 40 ounce  

 Announce to the rest  

 We had a fall out  

  

 I never took a drink  

 Never took a hit or bribe  

 Or got spread by what a silly  

 Rumor said  

 Never sang or gang banged  

 Sold out or rented hip hop  

 Cause I know when to stop