Live and Undrugged Pt. 1 & 2

Artist: Public Enemy Album: Muse Sick N Hour Mess Age Song: Live and Undrugged Pt. 1 & 2 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 Lets 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 Can't out run it or duck Or get a new Chuck Up against the wall Won't 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 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 Ain't this a bitch & test for the tuff Bang/doubt it Without a life I can't 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 Ain't 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 Yes, once again Public Enemy number one Chuck D & Flavor Flav Terminator X The Security of the First World In your face Right vs wrong Good versus evil God versus the Devil What side are you on? Muse Sick In Hour Mess Age 94 for your mind Rhymer in a zone Muse Sick In Hour Mess Age Muse Sick In Hour Mess Age