Public Enemy Can You Hear Me Now Lyrics

How You Sell Soul to a Soulless People Who Sold Their Soul??? Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 How You Sell Soul to a Soulless People Who Sold Their Soul?
  • 2 Black Is Back
  • 3 Harder Than You Think
  • 4 Between Hard and a Rock Place
  • 5 Sex, Drugs & Violence
  • 6 Amerikan Gangster
  • 7 Can You Hear Me Now
  • 8 Head Wide Shut
  • 9 Flavor Man
  • 10 The Enemy Battle Hymn of the Public
  • 11 Escapism
  • 12 Frankenstar
  • 13 Col‐Leepin
  • 14 Radiation of a RADIOTVMOVIE Nation
  • 15 See Something, Say Something
  • 16 Long and Whining Road
  • 17 Bridge of Pain
  • 18 Eve of Destruction
  • 19 How You Sell Soul (Time Is God Refrain)
    DVD 2
  • 1 Where There’s Smoke…
  • 2 PE20 TOUR58: Power Energy, Planet Earth, Public Enemy
  • 3 Live @ BB King’s Footage
  • 4 The Story of the Public Enemy Comic Book
  • 5 Do You Wanna Go Our Way??? The Post 1999 PE Video Collection
  • 6 Photo Gallery
  • 7 SlamJamz Video Jukeboxx
  • Damn if i be some slave again
    Got no fake ass friends no timbs or rims
    Sure nuff dont know no designer names
    And i never played no video games
    I aint got no diamond rings
    No bling, bling, no minks
    No 2 earrings
    No pimp glasses mugs
    Or cups and things
    Or whatever the hell they be
    Dont treat my highs too high
    Or my lows too low
    You wont see my soul souled on no video
    Bdont need no checks to get no chicks
    Or be some hypocrite to get you on my
    So let the young sing and rap to the young
    As long as yall dont think freedom
    Is free to be dumb

    [VERSE 2]
    Its suicidal to think im your american idol
    Hypnotic trapped in a 3000 mile box
    Chicks bobby sox today be botox
    Now that hip hops the new so called rock
    Parents dressin the outside
    Of their kids
    An what they wear
    Instead of stressin the inside
    Way back , my peoples gave me pride
    Now in 2004 i aint gotta hide
    If you cant afford it just leave it to the side
    Cause you looking real stupid with that tear in your eye
    Gotta a 1994 hear you talkin
    But its damn sure better than walkin
    It might be old, it sure aint gold
    Better than stylin in the cold
    It aint no rolls,so wont get stoled
    But you wont see me walking on no side of the road

    [VERSE 3]
    At the age i am now
    If i cant teach
    I shouldnt even open up my mouth begin to speak
    I need some radio
    To help me reach
    But i heard they get their money on
    By makin you weak
    Drowning in the sea of
    Some big dose of now
    No past no future
    Let the young grow wild
    Aint gave em nuttin
    Some done robbed the child
    From substance
    Dont currr , fill em up wit style
    Like hip hop started on trl, like wow
    Took the game and made it a gdamn shame
    Hell wit history you dont even
    Know my name
    I aint the same damn thing
    That yall used to playin
    Im non stop rocket
    Headin to your brain
    Now thats what im sayin

    [VERSE 4]
    I may not got no flow
    But i aint pimped by no negro
    Backed by some
    Cracka wit
    His ass by the door
    I can never be poor
    Cause my mind , body, and soul
    Cannot be sold
    So i avoid the trifelin
    Worms in my cipher
    Stuff yall cant get enough off
    Gots no time for
    Somebodys jail
    My time is just like the US mail
    My time is richer
    Than them new astro pitchers
    I be damn if my face
    Be under some picture
    Where you heard the nword
    So save your liquid
    Pe we just here to flip it
    Find somebody new to get wit
    The next time you hear a
    Cat who cant Stand or even look in the mirror

    Lyrics © OBO APRA/AMCOS

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