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Public Enemy Muse Sick In Hour Mess Age

We got so much soul You can damn near see it Spinnin on a 45 I've come to the conclusion Clear the confusion My point is to rock Dis funky joint

Are you ready? Uptown, on the corner, uptown Uptown on the corner, uptown I turn around and hear the sound of voices talkin bout who's goin to die

Let me hear you say... I ain't mad at all Bought a fat jam to make you flip the script Don't want to sleep and misbehave Understand what I'm saying

crazy I'm the revelation Last days in time The overtime rhymer Rhymer in a zone Right vs wrong Good versus evil God versus the devil Public Enemy Muse Sick In Hour Mess Age

Microphone check Microphone check Can I get a check up from the neck up Can I kick a rhyme While I'm checkin my time Can I get a cure Cause you

But hard dont make Da liquid matter you intake The logical Sorta psychological Brother like butter spread to one Another Thicker da blunt & got sicker

It's overtime So the lyric They fear it When they hear it The flow 100 miles and runnin Get near it And go Check it out Go To the race Give

This is for the ones that do it This is for the ones that tell This is for the ones thats scared White mans heaven is a black mans hell This is

took the rest We aint got jazz rock & roll Rappin the lose Wit a few fat ladies left singin da blues Go abracadabra to make A wish I can mess wit