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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

"I guarantee you, no more music by the suckers
No more music by the suckers
No more music by the suckers"

Yo, man, what do you mean by suckers, man?
Yo, we only trying to put a black eye in the game
Yo, we gonna let you put a black eye in the game
Boy, you know what I'm sayin?
Yeeah, boy, ha-ha
Cold medina, cold medina
Rocking a beat to the strength
Yeah, boy, I got a solo, boy
That's right, Flavor goin' solo
What y'all know about that?
Yo, we gonna kick the flavor like this
Yo, bust this out

I'm lamping, I'm lamping, I'm cold cold lamping
I got Louie's boy, I'm not tramping
I just came from the crib, you know?
I'm on the go, throw your tank into metro
Live lyrics from the bank of reality
I kick the flyest dope maneuver technicality

To a dope track, you wanna hike get your backpack
Get out the wack sack
I'm in my Flavmobile cold lamping
I took a G upstate cold camping
To the Poconos, we call a hideaways
A pack of franks and a big bag of Frito lays

Flavor Flav on a hype tip
I'm your hype drink, come take a big sip
I'm in position, you can't play me out the pocket
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