Preaching to the Quiet

[Intro] The preacher has came to teach a new lesson Preachment against the pregnancy A new slammer.. and there's new vision often trys to capture This rough and tough in this ghetto.. a lot of fruads stuff going down [Scratching] Public Enemy... We are.. gathering.. here.. today.. I'd like.. I'd like to introduce.. The incredible.. master beat.. D, the Enemy.. the hard rhymer [Verse One: Chuck D] Celebrity, the new drug in America got to have it Got to be it, so the young ones can see it Watch out now! - look at here now! In this 'Rich or Die Trying' times Y'all see the greed I see? Got these cats whipped by TV Three generations of fatherless women We're drowning instead of swimming This ain't what y'all asked for That's what they locked your ass up for And they closed the door (COME ON!!) Beyond these streets, these kids; they be always watching See, it ain't been the same (DAMN!!) Since teens summit left the game Off the air, who cares? Now, kids get progammed, ask their peoples Who buy them almost everything the stars wear People see, people do, y'all see the new pied pipers They got to hold on you; back to the Boogaloo Get a shot so you don't catch the flu Don't get shot, and get a hole in you Uhh.. (*Gunshot*) [Break] Can I get a hittman? Maybe I'm.. preaching to the quiet.. [Verse Two: Chuck D] You see, I'm talking advanced but going back at the same time Rewind.. so what? - some of this song don't rhyme Like I said most of us get ghetto at the wrong time Fear.. so leave a little room for God up in here Back in the day, even real pimps, hustlers, players Told young cats; COME ON!! get you lives on track These raps you hear today, is a bad ass act I'm here to tell it like it ought to be It ain't no kids fault to me 35 years old acting sixteen, you know what I mean? You don't work, mean you don't eat You need more than a ball and some bomb ass beats New kicks on your feet, you need your mind in this time to compete Uhh.. make your world complete Sweet not sour (Aiyyo, let me tell you the..) That's why I call it Fighting the Power [Break: Flavor Flav] YEAH!! YEAH!! YEAH!! YEAH!! Y'all!! [Chuck D] Yeah, look it here!! And maybe I'm.. preaching to the quiet.. Hip-Hop ---------] Big Daddy Kane [Verse Three: Chuck D] Now, here it is, no fable, I put it all on the table Spending my time identifying.. who's behind some of these labels Who profit off the spit, some of the same way same cats That owned them ships, yes, it's a business But slavery was too prison industrial complex New slavery looking up to own you Owning the labels, stations, jails and cemeteries Thug Life, turning Hip-Hop into a one Stop-Shop Somebody behind making up your own damn mind Signed, sealed, delivered in a nigga package so dumb You can't hear the ignorace, protected by the backpacker Who co-signed to say so, claiming they dug the flow Filled with Jim Crow, return of the old Negro How you going to say No To Drugs if you don't say No To Thugs? See, the government sweep it deeper under the rug Sweep it deeper under the rug, yeah, uhh.. [Break: Flavor Flav] Yo, COME ON!! Yo, COME ON!! Yo, COME ON!! Yo, COME ON!! [Chuck D w/ echoes overlapping Flav] Maybe.. I'm preaching to the quiet Maybe I'm.. Maybe I'm.. preaching to the quiet Uhh.. look it here.. I hear you talking, I hear you talking Talk your talk, walk your walk Talk your talk, walk your walk Look it here.. I'm preaching to the quiet [Outro: Flavor Flav w/echoes] Yeah, GET IT NOW!! GET IT!! GET IT!! GET IT NOW!! YO!! UHH!! COME ON!! WHAT!! GET IT NOW!! GET IT!! RIOT!! IS GOING DOWN!! YEAH!! LOOK OUT!! (*Flavor Flav giggling*)