Public Enemy
Rules Of Engagement
Take it back to the days when we raised us up
'Fore coward-ass rap made the game corrupt
P-Dog in the cut back to bring the pain
Puttin' wood on they ass can't stand the rain
And bring heat over beats, and scratch the itch
In a no spin-zone fuck a scanadalous bitch
It's the return of the Bush Killa back to bust
Just us for the justice, In God We Trust
I rush truth to the youth - and shine the light
Take the red pill, open up ya eyes to life
In this land of these crack fiends sheep and moles
See us overthrow the hold of this devil control
And roll deep - (keep it underground for the streets)
I'm the last cell - (hit em outta bounds, retreat)
We like ants in this war dance, if one falls
Ten more's in his place to advance the cause, it's all
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and religion
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Songtexte[Recordings] Today more drugs are coming into America than ever before
We have the best intelligence. We can stop anything we want to stop
You may still know little about
CIA's involvement with drug lords
This was a multibillion dollar business
Even more menacing
The CIA...Gone into the drug trade and
They're trying to take over the government
In the war
on drugs
Which side is the CIA on?
We need a change!
We need a change!
We need a change!
Huahh! Huahh! Huahh! (in background)
There is more than a difference
Huahh! Huahh! Huahh! We need your back What you missing Hip-hop Hard, cruel
Sososososo Sososososo Sososososo Radio
Word
Pay attention real ones
We just begun Come on!
Come on!
Just a technique Part of the rebel militia
Wrapping up brandish You don't need us to paint
You a picture Fuck who you asking I'll tell you what it is Motherfucker it's the way we live Party crashing A door with a broke lock...
Making a toast to the kegs
Rupert Murdoch
I got a hit on the Cyclops He swiping giving a security
Fuck around I'm a store master That they pay me What they did to John Africa's trail
They smoke a lot of shit, shit
Waving the badge and put it down Go the Fuck home rather than play it out
Empty shows
Get down
In chemistry
My first year in combat, next year
Missin' you keys Missin' you keys Whoh
Missin you keys Whoh
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