Public Enemy

Public Enemy - Check What You're Listening To lyrics

rate me

The Black falling down, its goin down

No subject matter, I dont hear it goin around

Minds over matter , they don't mind cause

We dont matter, DJ Lord's on the platter

Cant shake this, the gott-damn matrix

Got actors winning politics, the tricks

Got hot chicks in the back of of wack ass rap flicks

Called videos (hoooo)

Turn off the got-damn radio

Cause they dont show yall what yall need to know

Cant fade it though, Lord don't fade it yo

Year of the Lord , make love fuck war tour

After before 2004, i swore

Dj Lord come bust down the door

Los Angel-less, New Jack Pity

They say fuck the sticks cause they be the city

Homeless sitting outside smellin shitty

Thanks for not giving a got-damn thing pretty

So called land of plenty , can't spare a penny

It's the have nots against the haves,

Is you wit me?

Check What You Listening To

You might be cuttin tracks

But he's cuttin edge

The sword of Lord high like Phil Upchurch

Through the verse, the truth hurts

From the aftermath of that sonic autograph

Lord ,don't make him mad

So I spit , how loud you want it to get?

Cold sweat.

2005 flicks, new trips through dirty beats

Hits and all those bass kicks

Lookout yall,

Cmon, cant forget to kick this

If the shoe fits get with the ramblin wreck

Check it, to stomp out

All dem nitwits Chuck D stylin

Don't you know where ?

On the new Buckwhylin

Cross the Land, cause the band

Hits the fans, watch them all SLAM the jam

Yes they can can, beware the man

Take a stand yall, wreck the plan

Check What You Listening To

One foot stuck in the rave

Millennium dance craze

Cross fade to the new phase

Like the old days, twisted in convoluted systems

Existed in the beats of wisdom existance

Cross the Land, cause the band

Hits the fans, watch them all SLAM the jam

Illegal beats , frisk him

Find not a pop thing with him

Multi-ethnic like a prism

Cant hear this?

You in audio prison

Hands be whizzin, cross the wax

Movin tracks from across the tracks

Through your mind he attacks, DJ Lord.

Scratch the gospel , tell them wack ass beats

They can go to hell, 'ding'

The rave bell

See the crowd swell, got even when the needle fell

Still heard them cuts over the yell!

Through the verse, the truth hurts

From the aftermath of that sonic autograph

Mr Chuck , Dj Lord attack the tracks

Yall CHECK WHAT YOU LISTENING TO....

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