Tonalidad: B minor•
Verse 1
Bm
Yo yo whassup Ice man
you look upset brother
Yo man, I got a lot of things
on my mind man
But I don't know if I should put it on this record,
yaknahmsayin?
Verse 2
Bm
Man go ahead and kick it man
Verse 3
Bm
Let the people know what's
happenin man
You know brothers out
there sellin out man
Why they goin out like that man?
Verse 4
Bm
Yo, sellin out like it ain't nothin man
I ain't with it
Verse 5
Bm
[Ice- T] Dig
G
Em
it, I'm just a brother from L.A.
Bm
South Central, I live life the fly way
Used to bang and hustle but
I traded for the big game
G
Em
Bm
Infamy got dumped for fame
Now I'm known and respect as cre
G
Bm
G
ator of the crime rhyme;
Em
but my lyrics are deeper
Bm
Because I'm the one that makes
you think before make a move
I wrote "Pusher", "High Rollers",
and "Colors" just to prove
G
that I could kick game,
Bm
and drop knowledge at the same time
G
Bm
G
But one L.A. station wouldn't
Bm
G
Bm
play my records one time
Em
I'm tryin to save my community
G
Em
but these bourgeoise blacks
G
Bm
keep on doggin me
They don't care about violence,
drugs and gangs
G
Em
Bm
KJLH, you ain't about nuttin
Em
Bm
You just a bunch of punk
Em
bourgeoise black suckers
G
Bm
and this one's for me
Verse 6
Bm
You won't play no Public Enemy
You ain't playin no Boogie
Down Productions
You ain't tryin to represent
the black community
You just carin about your little
ol' R&B +BULL+
you play all day and night
I represent Los Angeles all
over the United States
and you ain't did NUTTIN for me
Verse 7
Think about it
Bm
Em
Hold up, I ain't finished on
Bm
Em
the diss tip
There's a few more punk
G
Bm
s that I got to rip
G
Bm
All you chump MC's who
sell out quick
Em
When P.E. was on the top,
Bm
you rode the tip
Em
But now they got problems and
Bm
you suckers run
Em
Who's Chuck's real friends,
Bm
does he really have one?
Em
Am
Bm
You yell P.E. this, P.E. that
Em
Bm
Fist in the air, proud to be black
G
Em
G
Em
Now they got static and you run like punks
Bm
I haven't heard an MC
stand up for him once
Em
May be you suckers are just
G
Bm
hopin that they fall off
Em
so you can fill their shoes,
Bm
nope sorry boss
G
That's what the matter with
black people anyway
Em
We ain't down with nothin,
G
I don't care what you say
Bm
yell or lie, don't even bother
Em
Bm
How low will a brother go for a dollar?
Public Enemy broke a new rap age
Em
And now you rappers ain't
Bm
got nuttin to say?
"Yo it's their problem"
Verse 8
Bm
"Griff shouldn'ta said it"
G
E where's my pistol?
(Yo I'll go get it)
Bm
Cause it's time for me to
enforce some discipline
Em
Bm
Are you down or not, are you out or in?
G
Chuck Flav and Griff are my true friends
Bm
Em
G
Bm
I got their backs if it means my career ends
Verse 9
Bm
All you so- called down
MC's with Public Enemy
I ain't heard nobody out there,
tryin to help my man out
YouknowhatI'msayin? Griff is my man,
I don't care WHAT he said
YouknowhatI'msayin? And I ain't gon' let them
go out like that
YouknowhatI'msayin? Chuck,
Ice got your back
Anybody out there got problems with Public Enemy,
come talk to me
Verse 10
G
Bm
I'm back in the diss mode
Em
G
Bm
I gotta speak my mind, it's time to unload
Am
Bm
on this so- called government we've got
Em
Bm
If I lied like them, I think I'd get shot
They sell drugs to kids and say it's us
Em
And when the cops are crooks,
Bm
who can you trust?
You only see young brothers
Em
in a drug bust
Bm
Em
Bm
Ashes to ashes, and dust to dust
My homey got a year for
G
Em
an ounce of weed
while Bush sells weapons to the enemy
Bm
You gotta be stone
G
Bm
blind not to see
"Our government is honest!" Nigga,
please
Em
Cocaine can't be made
Bm
in the United States
Em
Kickin facts like this our government hates
Bm
G
Bm
The young kids on the
G
Bm
streets ain't the enemy
G
Em
They're just ghetto
Bm
youth after money
G
Bm
They sell drugs, but who
sells drugs to them?
Em
Bm
Em
Bm
Try the C.I.A. my friend
G
Em
Bm
or the F.B.I. or even Bush
Em
Somebody's gettin rich,
Bm
damn sure ain't us
We're just killin ourselves
while others laugh
Em
Look at the street,
G
Bm
it's a cocaine bloodbath
Em
Bm
We gotta realize dope is pure death
Mess with drugs,
Em
Bm
you're breathin your last breath
Em
Bm
Sellin drugs is straight up genocide
Em
They're gonna laugh,
Bm
Em
Bm
while we all die
Verse 11
Bm
Sittin up there thinkin you're
makin that money
G
Bm
Hustlin and all that,
you're killin your brothers
YouknowhatI'msayin? You just stupid,
straight up stupid
Puttin dope into your body - c'mon,
youknowhatI'msayin?
Em
Bm
You gotta get somethin goin out there
Get some brains,
youknowhatI'msayin?
We are just playin ourselves
cold out of the pocket
Verse 12
Bm
This one's for me,
I make records for you
Em
Bm
but this cut I straight out had to do
G
There's topics in my mind I
Am
G
Bm
have to break
Am
G
Em
cause so many of you out
Bm
there are so damn fake
G
Bm
If ya ain't know they're no- one,
Em
cutthroats
Bm
backstabbers, scheamin for banknotes
G
And all of you out there know
Bm
what I'm talkin bout
G
Am
If you claim you're down then
Bm
Em
NEVER sell- out
Bm
Never sell out, youknowhatI'msayin?
Am
Em
Bm
Em
Bm
You gotta stay down for yours
Am
Bm
You know I want it, sure as I'm Ice- T
Am
Bm
Em
I make records for you,
Bm
but this one's for me
Verse 13
Bm
You know what I'm talkin
bout out there
There's ways to sell out left and right
But you ain't got to do that
There's things more
important than money
I'm talkin bout pride,
Bm
I'm talkin bout dignity
You got it out there
All you got to do is stand on
your own two feet
Don't go out like no sucker
Stay down, youknowhatI'msayin?
Peace
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