Public Enemy - New Whirl Odor lyrics

rate me

Check that soul in

Tape is rollin

Black dont crack

Where the party at?

Stax, jumpback

Wax them tracks

Barkays cut it live

Like 45s

Strong songs survive

On records

95 beats per second

Get it mike on the guitar cmon wreck it

You go ooh ahh there go them superstars, of soul

20 times better than gold, stax,

Keep it here

Cuttin them tracks, relax

Pop them fingers, play it barkays

Jumpback baby

Soul gotcha crazy

Cold feet thanks

For the groove

And them bomb beats

To make me move

Color of dead

Looks like the future is history

Why you dissin me

Aint no mystery

On the outside peekin in

End of your freeride

No way you can win

Beginnin of the end

Of your liberal friends who pretend

Everythings changed

While nuthins changed much

Uhh this is chuck

Stays to the left of this

And to the right of that

Just black where my mind be at

Shit wheres the rest of my cats?

High trees catch a lotta wind my friend

My shits in a bind

Fine line between aware and blind

Dont mind

Some of them aint got a mind

Mind over matter

They dont mind

And we dont matter

I flock to refugees

Who flock to me

The roots the coup

And kick aside the genocide and the juice

Comedians actors nuclear reactors

Players and ballplayers

Singers dancers and rhyme sayers

Why do us like you do

Ska doo

Fuck da residue

Frustrated 5 on 2s

No breaks for madd crews

Nowwho the fuck is you

Sick a you

Community hoesis

Who posin as moses

In street clothist

Who be the closest who blows it

Every ryme be for the future of mankind

Crazy heads cuttin off the dreds

Ruin health

Wit no knowledge of self

Incomin taxes breakin backs off a blacks

Who done 400 years in this abyss?

And so im pissed the fuck at this new whirl odor

So i piss

Some things in the air

When the smoke clears

Will it only be white folks and black jokes

How many be gone

If they bomb barbershops and hair salons

Time to dot com

Before they rub out clubs

Where you get your drink on

Mother father sister bro

Love is the message

But war be the front page

In this mess-age

Ghetto celebs spread by the hundred

Macked by the same tactics

Wit us in a tundra

Goin under

Avoidin cries from sodimized

Society

Scary getting screwed without a dictionary