Enemy Public Live And Undrugged Pt 1 And 2 Lyrics

Live And Undrugged Pt 1 And 2 Lyrics

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 dont understand  

 But they can  

 They can can  

 If I dont say it  

 I'm a sucka parlayin it  

 Don't really matter  

 When the flow fatter  

  

 But I dont 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 its 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 aint givin up an ass kissin  

 No television or movie style  

 No buckwild thinkin  

 Cause I dont 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 its 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 endever  

 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 dont 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 its 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