Public Enemy - Air Hoodlum lyrics

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Ridenhour - Gary G-Wiz - Dr. Treble - Mr. Bass

Risen up in the 'velt

Strong Island New York

The 'hood in case

You did not know my base

There was a ballplayer

Who has all the skillz

Wit' the pill

To pay the piper

Plus all the bills

Mack the awesome game

Practiced in the heat

In the rain or in pain

Mick so quick 6 foot 6

Down to be picked

By anyone but the Celtics

Oh what a handle

Could score from the floor

Wit' people hangin' on 'em

PR even hangin' on 'em

But what he did best above all the rest was...

Grades 9 & 10

Mickey Mack was all dat

But in class his ass

Sat way in the back

How I know 'cause I know

I used to flow wit' the bro

He didn't mind I used

To read him his own headlines

'Cause he could not read 'em

His school wouldn't need 'em

If the lines wouldn't've went like dis

Mickey Mack

Jumped over the candle stick

And stacked

Was his stats

But his D was still wack

Grades 11 & 12

He found the wrong clientele

And all

During class he would dribble

In the hall

But he got in trouble

In school but the trouble was

It was cool

If your brain was just another bubble

As long as he could

Score fiddy 2

Get 33 re-bounds

Fuckin' around

Teams lost to 'em

He went right thru 'em

Division, county, state

That's 3 count 'em

Championships

For a small town bro

That's bound to go pro

S.A.T.'s didn't matter

'Cause he waz

All dat

You know the pat on the back

He was always in da news

You gotta know what it means

It means revenue

And I'm tellin' you

I saw cars and geez

Some to our school please approach

Hell wit' the principal

Where is da coach

Went to college four years

Wit' a scholarship

And came back wit' a championship

But when it came to his life

He didn't care

'Cause he took it to the air

The fall begun

When Mickey Mack fell

Hell ripped his knee

Drafted last by personnel

Oh how, he loved the game

It was fantastic

Until he was cut 'n' couldn't stick

Times got tighter & tighter

He had an attitude

Was rude so he turned

Into a fighter

School wouldn't give

Him a job that he needed

Assistant to the assistant coach

They didn't need it

The he resorted to a

Stick up kid - ski mask & gatt

But this game he wasn't good at

And the drugs on the side

Police ambushed his ride

Bang it was

Another homicide

He was ghost you know

Hometown hero

But now he's zero

To those hypocrites

Who ripped him blind

For his skills

Without the will to develop his mind

Forever in the news

The community views

Him only as air hoodlum