GETO BOYS - No Sellout lyrics

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The Negro, the negro still... is not free

The Negro, the negro still... is not free

Here's another Geto Boys' release

I came to teach to those I didn't reach

On the jail, with a clean cut so

Don't give me no joke about the radio

Kids play where the sun don't shine

I think it's time to Public knew the time

Rap Music, they're trying to band it

Cause blacks are getting paid and they can't stand it

They say we're too violence for an instance

But why in the hell just Rock still an existence?

I'm a tell you why it still remains like the cord of the hang

Cause it's a white thing

This is a tag on the black sound

It's just one more plot to keep brother/man down

I ain't with this, God is my witness

Somebody better tell those folks I mean business

And it ain't no sell out

Black man, stand up!

Somebody has to speak the truth against it

Black man, stand up!

Somebody has to speak the truth against it

Public Enemy was dissed by the industry

Cause the people they trusted is sold out to the...

Opposition and superstition

The foundation wasn't sound for the mission

They said the group did something wrong

But that's a lie, you heard the songs

They ain't curse black to excel

And when that happens, people'll get scared as hell

Call the Police they got rob

Right under that nose, it have to be an inside job

And who was that clown for Washington?

The son of a bitch who tripped across Tom

I ain't talking about the provident brother

This particular chumpas our color

Got a scoop on the group and he ran

Lock him up for impersonating the black man!

Uncle Tom, you want some?

Rap-A-Lot ain't the one, find another son

PE give me five, show them what you got

FIGHT THE POWER! -> Public Enemy

Ain't no sell out

Yo D, I'm mad as hell, man

Every time the black man starts preaching the way up

To the black community, them folks get the messing with him

Well, why don't you get up there

And tell these people what the Geto Boys already know

Sure...

We as the people, are not yet free

The first commitment, only applied to the other race

We're never had a taste

How can you sieve delight when you're mixed?

Chuck D, Flavor Flav, let them rip

They ain't got enough brain in this trip

For every voice they try to quite

There'll be another one, and another one starting to bright

If that's what it takes

Y'all keep the fake, I gotta break

And despite how they sabotage, they gonna have to realize

That this ain't no sell out

Black man, stand up!

Somebody has to speak the truth against it

Black man, black man

Somebody has to speak the truth against it

The truth would set you free, someone quoted it

That Griff stuck in nerve with the jews when he told it

CBS was just looking for a reason

To get them out, and that was all they're needing

I wasn't surpriced but it's tactic

I knew it would happen, but I didn't know exactly

Tripper Cross go to hell

You think this shit you did, that would starting notary fairy tales?

Think again sucker

If I was a budget you couldn't make me bucker

The Geto Boys, still bringing the noise

You're losing your poise, getting played like toys

Selling the enemy info

That's what got us what we was 2 hundred years ago

Sold Dollar Signs, didn't you Captain?

Without sacrifice ain't nothing happening

The plan is to hold us back

The ulitmate gold is total control remember that, Jack

Griff, I got your slack, and I'm a hold it 'til you get back

Cause I ain't going sell out

Somebody has to speak the truth against it

What do I care about anger in you?

Somebody has to speak the truth against it

What do I care about anger in you?

The Negro, the negro still... is not free

The Negro, the negro still... is not free

The Negro, the negro still... is not free

The Negro, the negro still... is not free