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  • Fight the Power
  • Bring the Noise
  • Don't Believe the Hype
  • Rebel Without a Pause
  • Harder Than You Think
  • 911 Is a Joke
  • Welcome to the Terrordome
  • Black Steel in the Hour of Chaos
  • Countdown to Armageddon
  • Night of the Living Baseheads
  • He Got Game
  • Louder Than a Bomb
  • Mind Terrorist
  • Terminator X to the Edge of Panic
  • Prophets of Rage
  • Brothers Gonna Work It Out
  • Security of the First World
  • She Watch Channel Zero?!
  • Caught, Can We Get a Witness?
  • Party for Your Right to Fight
  • Cold Lampin' With Flavor
  • Show 'Em Whatcha Got
  • Burn Hollywood Burn
  • Meet the G That Killed Me
  • By the Time I Get to Arizona
  • Anti-Nigger Machine
  • Power to the People
  • You're Gonna Get Yours
  • Fear of a Black Planet
  • Can't Truss It
  • Pollywanacraka
  • Give It Up
  • Revolutionary Generation
  • Reggie Jax
  • Incident at 66.6 FM
  • Can't Do Nuttin' For Ya Man
  • B Side Wins Again
  • Who Stole the Soul?
  • Public Enemy No. 1
  • Contract on the World Love Jam
  • Shut Em Down
  • Sophisticated Bitch
  • Lost At Birth
  • War at 33 1/3
  • Miuzi Weighs a Ton
  • Final Count of the Collision Between Us and the Damned
  • Timebomb
  • Show Em Whatcha Got
  • Nighttrain
  • Too Much Posse

This is Sister Souljah. Public Enemy, Security of the First World
And all allied forces are traveling west to head off a white supremacy scheming to destroy
The national celebration of Dr. Martin Luther King's birthday
Public Enemy believes that the powers that be in the states of New Hampshire and Arizona
Have found psychological discomfort in paying tribute to a black man
Who tried to teach white people the meaning of civilization
Good luck brothers, show 'em what you got

I'm countin' down to the day deservin', fittin' for a king
I'm waitin' for the time when I can get to Arizona
'Cause my money is spent for the goddamn rent
Neither party is mine, not the jackass or the elephant
Twenty-thousand niggy-niggy brothers in the corner
Of the cell block, but they come from California
Population is none in the desert and sun
With a gun cracker runnin' things under his thumb
Starin' hard at the postcards, isn't it odd and unique
Seein' people smile wild in the heat?
A hundred-twenty degree, 'cause I want to be free
What's a smilin' face when the whole state's racist?
Why I want a holiday? Damn it, 'cause I wanna
So what if I celebrate it standin' on a corner?
I ain't drinkin' no forty, thinkin' time with a nine
'Til we get some land, call me the trigger man
Lookin' for the governor, huh? He ain't lovin' ya, ha?
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