Mrtzcmp3
  • 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

Don't, don't
Don't, don't
Don't, don't
(Now here's what I want you all to do for me)

Back, caught you lookin' for the same thing
It's a new thing, check out this I bring
Uh, oh, the roll below the level, 'cause I'm livin' low
Next to the bass, (c'mon), turn up the radio

They claimin' I'm a criminal
But now I wonder how, some people never know
The enemy could be their friend, guardian
I'm not a hooligan, I rock the party and clear all the madness
I'm not a racist, preach to teach to all
('Cause some they never had this)

Number one, not born to run, about the gun
I wasn't licensed to have one
The minute they see me, fear me
I'm the epitome, a "Public Enemy"
Used, abused, without clues
I refused to blow a fuse
They even had it on the news

Don't believe the hype
Don't, don't, don't, don't believe the hype
Don't, don't, don't, don't believe the hype

Yes, was the start of my last jam, so here it is again
Another def jam, but since I gave you all a little something
That I knew you lacked, they still consider me a new jack
All the critics you can hang 'em, I'll hold the rope
But they hope to the Pope, and pray it ain't dope
The follower of Farrakhan, don't tell me that you understand
Until you hear the man, the book of the new school rap game
Writers treat me like Coltrane, insane
Yes to them, but to me I'm a different kind
We're brothers of the same mind, unblind

Caught in the middle and not surrenderin'
I don't rhyme for the sake of riddlin', some claim that I'm a smuggler
Some say I never heard of ya, a rap burglar, false media
We don't need it, do we? (it's fake that's what it be to ya, dig me?
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