Public Enemy Revolution Lyrics

New Whirl Odor Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 ...And No One Broadcasted Louder Than... (intro)
  • 2 New Whirl Odor
  • 3 Bring That Beat Back
  • 4 66.6 Strikes Again
  • 5 MKLVFKWR
  • 6 What a Fool Believes
  • 7 Makes You Blind
  • 8 Preachin' to the Quiet
  • 9 Either We Together or We Ain't (S1W Stepstrumental)
  • 10 Revolution
  • 11 Check What You're Listening To
  • 12 As Long as the People Got Something to Say
  • 13 Y'All Don't Know
  • 14 Either You Get It by Now or You Don't
  • 15 Superman's Black in the Building
  • We was raised in these streets on pork and poison meat
    Now I recognize the beast and bare the mark of the gold teeth
    Puff on the rolled leaf and bust on the police
    While y'all playas are fakin bacon we cook the whole beef.
    I put it down plain, I stimulate the left and right brain
    Cell by cell and frame by frame.
    Names, dates, are all inmaterial.
    I big **** sick ryhme killer like cereal.
    I burn like venerial,
    And spit that imperial wizardry that climbs right through
    The curcitry.
    Choake your team for their cream
    But that's as far as we go
    Drop **** like seaguls and smash your little ego.
    I get visions like stevie and coleco,
    Give me two thousand live people
    One late show no sequel.
    Ain't no equal in the flesh
    I been through more evil than men do.
    Nasty off the head and with the pen too!

    Now I'm pissed
    Easy to rhyme on tracks like this
    The more things change
    The more they remain the same
    These games them vidiots
    Playin' on the brink of insane
    Must be a hockey rink
    Lost in their drink
    In pursuit of plain Jane
    I think man they think a revolution be pretty in pink
    Now in these new tracks
    Some of these cats don't know how to act
    All them criminal acts ain't got nothin' to do with rap
    One hand cuffuffed behind them backs in black
    Quiet riot ,y'all cant hear one hand clap
    Revolution is more than what you hear and what you see
    The mass reintroduction
    Of society to society
    Together we got 100 years of sobriety
    These clones
    Who be flippin' like new phones be surprisin' me
    Turned out
    They happy just to be in the house
    So I'm a call emout
    I ain't no church mouse
    Luvout

    I master rap
    Write a 16 and half of that
    Then eat some mix greens after that
    My raps ******ish black like licorice
    While wack rappers get rich off some jibberish
    The hoods begging for deliverance"g"
    I'm just a hood figure to deliverance this
    L y should get into the "sy"
    I'm thinking me and pe should have passed it on
    Society's the menace
    He get's more love than tennis
    On the road to riches
    Cause revolutions expensive
    Finance whips.
    Finance clips spend our chips
    In the ghetto raising rebelz with some fine *** ****.
    No champagne no campaign no ice on my wrist
    While bred'z dipp'n on fedz sipp'n on crys
    Out of my mind Ethiopian wine on my lips
    Still ain't signed the master mind
    The masters mine. hey!

    Back in your dome where the rebelz Rome
    The greatest weapon in the hands
    Of the oppressor is the mind of the oppressed

    Public enemy the seventh octave we out

    Written by: Thomas Schleh, Enrico Zabler, Andy Jay Powell
    Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.

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