Public Enemy - Crayola

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Stax Of Wax 55 High Fulla Tracks
New Cats Jackin Beats From Way Back
Pay For Play Only Way To Get Them Platinum Plaques
Clear The Racks Jobbers Slobbin You For Tax
Robbery A&R Snobbery
Shit Is Killin Me Softly Wit That Same Damn Song
Makin Folk Dumber In The Summer
A Bummer When They Shot Willie In That Hummer
Keep It Simple Stupid Means Numbers
Payola Dough White Owned Black Radio
Runnin On Empty Help Go The Desperado
So I Bomb The Toms And Negros Who Pray To Cash Flow
No Info To The Masses As They Shake Their Asses
No Clue But I Can’t Get My Shit Up In To You

Crayola With That Same Same Ol Shit
Crayola With That Played Playa Shit
Crayola With That Kid Crayon Shit
Crayola With Them Ol Spray On Hits

All Fucked Up Ways Must Fall
Now The Industry Can’t Stop Me
A Vendetta To Make The Whole Game Better
They Get The Cheddar
All I Got Is A Fuckin Letter
What I Owe? What Am I
Another Number And A Ho, They Don’t Know
Time To See Em Go Like Dominoes
About Time Cause They Endorsed The Crime Up In The Rhyme
Got These New Souls Controlled Goin Outta Their Mind
Missed What I Said Cause They Don’t Even Own Their Own Heads
Go One Go All I Forgot They Made Robots Outta Some Of Yall
Today All Fucked Up Ways Must Fall
Today Is Up Against The Wall
Misled In The Head Fucked By Quiet Storms And Love Songs
Noddin Heads Too Hollow Forgotten Tomorrow
Swallowing All That Shit That’s Shallow
Give The Baby Anything The Baby Wants
But That’s How Them Bastards Get Us Up In Them Caskets
Try To Get Me Where They Want Me
Before Some Of Them Jump Me
Go Tell Em I’m A Start A Rebellion
Educate The Felons Easy On Yeah
Tell Em What The Fuck Am I Yellin
No Tellin You Got Them Artists And Artificials
If It Ain’t Right I Don’t Give A Damn If It’s Sellin
Recruits Chasin And Racin For That Loot
Usin Usual Drum Loops So I Salute My Troops
I Don’t Socialize Or Mingle, Fuck The Promotionals
And You Know What And That G-Damn Single
And The Marketing Team For That Matter
It Don’t Matter
DJ’s Gettin Dimes For Time On A Platter
I Ain’t Gotta Be High To Jack So I Hijack
FM - Radio - Eff Em Turn It Around Muthafucka
Gods To Niggas, Queens To Bitches
Race Against Time See Em All Runnin For The Riches
Everything Had Its Chance Last Dance
Some things Change Like Them Weather Forecasts
Ha Funny How Shit Don’t Last

Crayola With That Same Same Ol Shit
Crayola With That Played Playa Shit
Crayola With That Kid Crayon Shit
Crayola With Them Ol Spray On Hits

Inne utwory

  • Fight the power
  • Do you wanna go our way
  • Gett off my back
  • Escapism
  • 911 is a joke
  • Bedlam 13:13
  • Bring that beat back
  • A letter to the New York Post
  • Black steel in the hour of chaos
  • By the time i get to Arizona
  • Game face
  • Air hoodlum
  • Can you hear me now
  • Burn Hollywood burn
  • Fear of a black planet
  • Brothers gonna work it out
  • First the sheep next the shepherd
  • Death of a carjacka
  • Losowe utwory

    Sweet bird

    Out on some borderline
    Some mark of inbetween
    I lay down golden-in time
    And woke up vanishing

    Sweet bird you are
    Briefer than a falling star
    All these vain promises on beauty jars
    Somewhere with your wings on time
    You must be laughing
    Behind our eyes
    Calendars of our...

    Born yesterday

    I thought you knew it all, everything and more,
    Why trivial pursuit just made me feel this small.
    When tomorrow comes, you ll be leaving me behind,
    I don t learn from your mistakes, so let me have my time.

    Let the tables turn,

    Madrigal

    Our abode mongst the stars is waiting,
    long enough for our last breath of life.
    You stare at nothing, right through me,
    at times resembling the Devil s concubine.
    And me, I am the idol that would long
    to caress our eyes until they...

    Edith & the kingpin

    The big man arrives
    Disco dancers greet him
    Plainclothes cops greet him
    Small town, big man, fresh lipstick glistening
    Sophomore jive
    From victims of typewriters
    The band sounds like typewriters
    The big man he’s not listening
    His eyes hold edith
    His left hand holds his right
    What does that hand...

    Playing dead

    Look at yourself
    and tell me
    do you like what you see
    every second that passes
    brings us closer to the truth
    that life is a lie
    everyday we slave
    and suffer
    what are we saving for a false sense of security...