Public Enemy - Sophisticated Bitch Lyrics

Public Enemy - Sophisticated Bitch Video

Woman in the corner cold playin' her role

Leave her ass in the corner 'til her feet gets cold

Knowin' for a fact that girl is wack

If you hold your hand out she'll turn her back

Better walk, don't talk, she's all pretend

Can't be her friend unless you spend

Wall to wall, after all, get ready to throw

Only money at the bitch 'Cause she thinks she's

 

So

Phisticated

So

Phisticated

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Phisticated

So

Phisticated

 

Peekin' and seekin' inside a book

Her demand's for a man with a chemical look

Wishes and desires getting worse with age

She don't want a man, all she want is a page

Ain't got a man, so she goes to a club

She thinks it's classy, but it's really a pub

But that's the kind of place that she likes to go

The bitch got a problem 'Cause she thinks she's

 

So

Phisticated

So

Phisticated

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Phisticated

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Phisticated

 

Jackets, shoes, everyday ties

The girl only wants one of those guys

Suckers who front it like it ain't no thing

Pretend to be a friend, don't want that thang

Talk like this, I don't talk slang

Do anything to get that thang

Tryin' to be chic and playin' it off

Peekin' through the window, saw her take her clothes off

Nasty girl, stone-cold freak

Layin' in the bed a whole God-damned week

Comin' and leavin', guys servin' up storms

From execs with checks, boys from the dorms

Never kept a name, never seen a face

She could pass 'em in the street like it never took place

I know she's a ho, so ahma go

Expose the funky bitch 'Cause she thinks she's

 

So

Phisticated

So

Phisticated

So

Phisticated

So

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She wants a sucker boy with an attache

If you ain't got it she'll turn you away

You can smile with style as you profile

But you got a gold tooth and she thinks you're wild

She don't want a brother that's true and black

If you're light, you're alright, better you stay back

'Cause the brother with the bag she's out to catch

With somethin' in his bag keeping her attached

The man got a plan, it's IBM

The devil at her level, yes it is him

His Audi she drive, his gold and clothes

The Ill Based Method turnin' up her nose

A-lack-a-lack-a-lack, cold beamin' her up

And she still got the nerve to turn her fuckin' nose up

Her status looks at us from down below

Now the bitch was in trouble 'Cause she was

 

So

Phisticated

So

Phisticated

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Phisticated

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Little is known about her past

So listen to me, 'Cause I know her ass

Used to steal money out her boyfriends' clothes

Never got caught, so the story goes

She kept doing that to all her men

Found the wrong man when she did it again

And still to this day people wonder why

Did he beat the bitch down till she almost died

Sophisticated

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Public Enemy - Louder Than A Bomb Lyrics

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They claim we're products from the bottom of hell

'Cause the black is back and it's bound to sell

Picture us coolin' out on the fourth of July

And if you heard we were celebrating that's a world-wide lie

 

Yo Chuck, the fat generals man

Trying to pull a 226 on you g'

Yo man, show 'em what you got

 

This style seems wild

Wait before you treat me like a stepchild

Let me tell you why they got me on file

'Cause I give you what you lack

Come right and exact

Our status is the saddest

So I care where you at, black

And at home I got a call from Tony Rome

The FBI was tappin' my telephone

I never live alone

I never walk alone

My posse's always ready, and they're waitin' in my zone

Although I live the life that of a resident

But I be knowin' the scheme that of the president

Tappin' my phone whose crews abused

I stand accused of doing harm

'Cause I'm louder than a bomb

C'mon C'mon louder etc...

 

I am the rock hard trooper

To the bone, the bone, the bone

Full grown consider me stone

Once again and

I say it for you to know

The troop is always ready, I yell 'geronimo'

Your CIA, you see I ain't kiddin'

Both King and X they got ridda' both

A story untold, true, but unknown

Professor Griff knows...

Yo, I ain't no toast

And not the braggin' or boastin' and plus

It ain't no secret why they're tappin' my phone, although

I can't keep it a secret

So I decided to kick it, yo

And yes it weighs a ton

I say it once again

I'm called the enemy I'll never be a friend

Of those with closed minds, don't know I'm rapid

The way that I rap it

Is makin' 'em tap it, yeah

Never servin 'em well, 'Cause I'm an un-Tom

It's no secret at all

Cause I'm louder than a bomb

 

Cold holdin' the load

The burden breakin' the mold

I ain't lyin' denyin', 'Cause they're checkin' my code

Am I buggin' 'Cause they're buggin' my phone for information

No tellin' who's sellin' out power buildin' the nation so...

Joinin' the set, the point blank target

Every brothers inside so least not, you forget, no

Takin' the blame is not a waste, here taste

A bit of the song so you can never be wrong

Just a bit of advice, 'Cause we be payin' the price

'Cause every brother mans life

Is like swingin' the dice, right?

Here it is, once again this is

The brother to brother

The Terminator, the cutter

 

Goin' on an' on leave alone the grown

Get it straight in '88, an' I'll troop it to demonstrate

The posse always ready 98 at 98

My posse come quick, because my posse got velocity

Tappin' my phone, they never leave me alone

I'm even lethal when I'm unarmed

'Cause I'm louder than a bomb

 

'Cause the D is for dangerous

You can come and get some of this

I teach and speak

So when its spoke, it's no joke

The voice of choice

The place shakes with bass

Called one for the treble

The rhythm is the rebel

Here's a funky rhyme that they're tappin' on

Just thinkin' I'm breakin' the beats I'm rappin' on

CIA FBI

All they tell us is lies

And when I say it they get alarmed

'Cause I'm louder than a bomb

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Public Enemy - Don't Believe The Hype Lyrics

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Back

Caught you lookin' for the same thing

It's a new thing check out this I bring

Uh Oh the roll below the level

'Cause I'm livin' low next to the bass, C'mon

Turn up the radio

They claim that I'm a criminal

By now I wonder how

Some people never know

The enemy could be their friend, guardian

I'm not a hooligan

I rock the party and

Clear all the madness, I'm not a racist

Preach to teach to all

'Cause some they never had this

Number one, not born to run

About the gun...

I wasn't licensed to have one

The minute they see me, fear me

I'm the epitome a public enemy

Used, abused without clues

I refused to blow a fuse

They even had it on the news

Don't believe the hype...

 

Yes

Was the start of my last jam

So here it is again, another def jam

But since I gave you all a little something

That we knew you lacked

They still consider me a new jack

All the critics you can hang'em

I'll hold the rope

But they hope to the pope

And pray it ain't dope

The follower of Farrakhan

Don't tell me that you understand

Until you hear the man

The book of the new school rap game

Writers treat me like Coltrane, insane

Yes to them, but to me I'm a different kind

We're brothers of the same mind, unblind

Caught in the middle and

Not surrenderin'

I don't rhyme for the sake of of riddlin'

Some claim that I'm a smuggler

Some say I never heard of 'ya

A rap burgler, false media

We don't need it do we?

It's fake that's what it be to 'ya, dig me?

Don't believe the hype...

 

Don't believe the hype its a sequel

As an equal, can I get this through to you

My 98's boomin' with a trunk of funk

All the jealous punks can't stop the dunk

Comin' from the school of hard knocks

Some perpetrate, they drink Clorox

Attack the black, cause I know they lack exact

The cold facts, and still they try to Xerox

Leader of the new school, uncool

Never played the fool, just made the rules

Remember there's a need to get alarmed

Again I said I was a timebomb

In the daytime the radio's scared of me

'Cause I'm mad, plus I'm the enemy

They can't c'mon and play with me in primetime

'Cause I know the time, plus I'm gettin' mine

I get on the mix late in the night

They know I'm livin' right, so here go the mike, sike

Before I let it go, don't rush my show

You try to reach and grab and get elbowed

Word to herb, yo if you can't swing this

Just a little bit of the taste of the bass for you

As you get up and dance at the LQ

When some deny it, defy if I swing bolos

Then they clear the lane I go solo

The meaning of all of that

Some media is the whack

You believe it's true, it blows me through the roof

Suckers, liars get me a shovel

Some writers I know are damn devils

For them I say don't believe the hype

Yo Chuck, they must be on a pipe, right?

Their pens and pads I'll snatch

'Cause I've had it

I'm not an addict fiendin' for static

I'll see their tape recoreder and grab it

No, you can't have it back silly rabbit

I'm going' to my media assassin

Harry Allen, I gotta ask him

Yo Harry, you're a writer, are we that type?

Don't believe the hype

I got flavor and all those things you know

Yeah boy, part two bum rush and show

Yo Griff, get the green black red and

Gold down countdown to Armageddon

-88 you wait the S1Ws will

Rock the hard jams treat it like a seminar

Teach the bourgeoise, and rock the boulevard

Some sau I'm negative

But they're not positive

But what I got to give...

The media says this

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Public Enemy - Give It Up Lyrics

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(Flavor Flav vocals in these brackets)

(crowd chant vocals in these brackets)

 

Intro: Chuck D, Flavor Flav

 

Aight (aight), aight, aight (aight), aight (aight)

I'm aight if you aight (I'm aight)

I be better get some of that bass

(word, give it up) aight, yeah

 

(Rinkin twinkin body shakin

Nuff attackin brain's a rackin

Clock tockin Chuck shockin

Flavor Flav ain't never shavin)

 

(one, two, three four)

 

Verse One: Chuck D

 

It's another record, check it, mad methods

To put my brothers and sisters on a deathbed

You know he cheated, took what he wanted but now you blunted

Suckin up to the devil steppin down a level

It's who they fear is you

Who protects us from us and you from you

Yes and it counts (fuck the fourty ounce)

I sued them bastards, yeah they got bounce

I did em like a demo (threw em out the window)

I took a 98 cause I never liked a limo

But pump pump pump pu-pump pump it up

A mad rhyme, for mad times, that's what's up

Some ain't gonna change, I got em in a range

I gotta rearrange, so I'm buildin back your brain

Wreckin records with funky stuff

Am I loud enough? (yeah) You got ta give it up

 

Chorus: Flavor Flav

 

Give it up, give it up, give it up yo \ repeat

Give it up, give it up, gotta give it up / 4 times

 

Repeat #2 -- (occasional) Chuck D vocal

 

Yeah

You gots ta give it up now

 

Verse Two: Chuck D

 

Come again with the same old bounce

I'm calling a foul and once again it counts

Mad tense mad tense brothers know

The blunts in the back got the black behind and that's wack

(And once again it's on!)

Hey Jimmy cracked corn cracker singin I don't care, it's on

I'm comin with a rhyme (what?) I'm lettin go a rhyme (yeah!)

I gotta get a rhyme through the rough and crazy times

Call me a Hannibal lecture, yes I checked her

They don't hear me though, so here I go

I'm sick and tired so Sly'll take ya higher

When I'm takin his sound to bring you down

Rappers rippin a lyrical kickin finger-lickin

But to the rhythm I'm givin but never cotton pickin

Like James Brown I'm sayin it loud

Am I loud enough? Huh, you got ta give it up

 

(Some ain't gonna change, some ain't gonna change

Some ain't gonna never ever change

Some ain't gonna change, some ain't gonna change

Some ain't gonna NEVER EVER change!)

 

Chorus (1/2X)

 

Interlude: Chuck D, Flavor Flav

 

And when I'm coming, some young dumb and fulla cum

Some second guessing my lessons about saving young

Some don't know like Run said so here we go

Where it is inside, whoop there it is

(aaaaaaah) There it is

(There it is, damn right

My man X is a bad mother (shut your mouth)

I'm talking about Terminator, he's the man)

There it is, can you hit me off with another one

 

Chorus

 

I never did represent doing dumb shit

Some gangsta lying I'd rather diss Presidents

Dead or alive, bring em and I'll swing em

I vocalize, I just rap, I don't sing em

Flick em, and I fling em, you can go with em

Hall of Fame for the game for the points I Dave Bing em

Go Grandmama, close but no cigar

I got mine, for I'm using my rhyme

The flow go wherever I want, and that's clever

Give a piece of my time, to prevent some crime

And who behind puttin the guns to the young ones

The ones that make em is the ones that take em

Rugged for no reason, down in duck season

I don't want my mama, on the street wearing armor

So check yaself before ya wreck yaself

Respect yaself, hah, you got ta give it up

 

Chorus (4X) (fades out)

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