Public Enemy nebo také PE je americká hiphopová skupina, založená roku 1982 na Long Islandu. Tato formace se řadí se mezi nejstarší a zároveň nejdůležitější hiphopové skupiny. Charakteristické jsou jejich politicky a sociálně zaměřené texty....

Píseň: New Whirl Odor

Interpret:
Public Enemy
Album:
New Whirl Odor
Check that soul in
Tape is rollin
Black dont crack
Where the party at?
Stax, jumpback
Wax them tracks
Barkays cut it live
Like 45s
Strong songs survive
On records
95 beats per second
Get it mike on the guitar cmon wreck it


You go ooh ahh there go them superstars, of soul
20 times better than gold, stax,
Keep it here
Cuttin them tracks, relax
Pop them fingers, play it barkays
Jumpback baby
Soul gotcha crazy
Cold feet thanks
For the groove
And them bomb beats
To make me move


Color of dead
Looks like the future is history


Why you dissin me
Aint no mystery


On the outside peekin in
End of your freeride
No way you can win
Beginnin of the end


Of your liberal friends who pretend


Everythings changed
While nuthins changed much
Uhh this is chuck


Stays to the left of this
And to the right of that


Just black where my mind be at
Shit wheres the rest of my cats?


High trees catch a lotta wind my friend


My shits in a bind
Fine line between aware and blind
Dont mind
Some of them aint got a mind


Mind over matter


They dont mind
And we dont matter


I flock to refugees
Who flock to me


The roots the coup
And kick aside the genocide and the juice


Comedians actors nuclear reactors
Players and ballplayers
Singers dancers and rhyme sayers


Why do us like you do
Ska doo
Fuck da residue
Frustrated 5 on 2s
No breaks for madd crews
Nowwho the fuck is you
Sick a you


Community hoesis
Who posin as moses
In street clothist
Who be the closest who blows it


Every ryme be for the future of mankind


Crazy heads cuttin off the dreds
Ruin health
Wit no knowledge of self


Incomin taxes breakin backs off a blacks


Who done 400 years in this abyss?
And so im pissed the fuck at this new whirl odor
So I piss


Some things in the air
When the smoke clears


Will it only be white folks and black jokes


How many be gone


If they bomb barbershops and hair salons


Time to dot com


Before they rub out clubs
Where you get your drink on


Mother father sister bro
Love is the message


But war be the front page
In this mess-age


Ghetto celebs spread by the hundred
Macked by the same tactics
Wit us in a tundra


Goin under


Avoidin cries from sodimized


Society


Scary getting screwed without a dictionary