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Traduzione: Public Enemy. Mpe.
Brucie B, Luv Bug Starski ya nah mean, Big Daddy Kane, Rakim, Kool G. Rap We 'gon keep it goin, Public Enemy, B.D.P. I wanna big up producers like Pete
E-G-T-H-E-R-A-P C-A-P-O-N-E-D-A-Y-T-O-N-A-V-E [Chorus: x4] D-O-to the P-E-D-A-Y-T-O-N-A-V-E a killa (G, D-A-Y-T-O-N killa) F-L-I-N-T don't wanna see
'all niggas picked the runnin play All you do is run in late, double R last long E to the V E with the Drag to the dash On [CHORUS x2: P Killer Trackz
s 2 o'clock in the afternoon, I'm 'bout to roll a swisher Cause that's what real niggas do when they at home Watchin' E.S.P.N. on a 70 inch flatscreen
until there's no more fans Alotta playas wanna play, but the game is advanced The true culture of this hip hop, let's spread it to France M.O.P., kept
record's kickin',I'm breakin' P.D.'s hearts They banned me from their shows Because they said I'm too hard But no sell-out,I guess I'm just barred I ain
When P.E. was on the top, you rode the tip But now they got problems and you suckers run Who's Chuck's real friends, does he really have one? You yell P.E
beginnin' 'til I reach the endin' My short stories winnin' and keep the beats spinnin' [Chorus: Public Enemy] You know the name, P.E.! You know the game, P.E
Public Enemy I'm cold gettin' busy while I'm shakin' you down I'm on the air - you're on the ground Chuck D - the enemy - words you heed Build for
Without a pause - I'm lowering my level The hard rhymer - where you never been I'm in You want stylin' - you know it's time again D the enemy - tellin
quick out the door Getting mo' money, mo' money, mo',mo' THAT'S HOW IT IS WHEN YOUR'E A HIPHOP HO! [DJ Shaheed: scratching] [Public Enemy x2] "Yeah
when it's hittin I'm pullin mad skins With Olde E sittin in between my lap and when brothers act up, a gun machine I pack The original P-Funk, got the
Brooklyn, New York I'm down with Large and Marl Back in P.A.T., man we be sippin the barre I'm down with J. from Houston and I think it should be But
niggas don't play round, pop pop, Make your whole click catch the Greyhound Geto Boys, Master P, DJ Screw, Kid Frost, Mobb Deep, Ese Fools, Ice-T, Fat Pat, Public Enemy
