album: Apocalypse '91...The Enemy Strikes Black (1991)
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Intro: 
Newsreporter: 
Man is non-violent in the face of violence that we have been experiencing, 
its a shame, its a crime in fact its crime...
HERE COME DA DRUMS/CONFUSION!
(said together ChuckD & Flav) 

Bass in your face 
Not an eight track 
Gettin' it good to the wood 
So the people 
Give you some a dat 
Reactin' to the fax 
That I kick and it stick 
And it stay around 
Pointin' to the joint, put the Buddha down 
Goin', goin', gettin' to the roots 
Ain't givin' it up 
So turn me loose 
But then again I got a story 
That's harder than the hardcore 
Cost of the holocaust 
I'm talin' 'bout the one still goin' on 
I know 
Where I'm from, not dum diddie dum 
From the base motherland 
The place of the drum 
Invaded by the wack diddie wack 
Fooled the black, left us faded 
King and chief probably had a big beef 
Because of dat now I grit my teeth 
So here's a song to the strong 
'Bout a shake of a snake 
And the smile went along wit dat 
Can't truss it 
Kickin' wicked rhymes 
Like a fortune teller 
'Cause the wickedness done by Jack 
Where everybody at 
Divided and sold 
For liquor and the gold 
Smacked in the back 
For the other man to mack 
Now the story that I'm kickin' is gory 
Little Rock where they be 
Dockin' this boat 
No hope I'm shackled 
Plus gang tackled 
By the other hand swingin' the rope 
Wearin' red, white and blue Jack and his crew 
The guy's authorized beat down for the brown 
Man to the man, each one so it teach one 
Born to terrorize sisters and every brother 
One love who said it 
I know Whodini sang it 
But the hater taught hate 
That's why we gang bang it 
Beware of the hand 
When it's comin' from the left 
I ain't trippin' just watch ya step 
Can't truss it 
An I judge everyone, one by the one 
Look here come the judge 
Watch it here he come now 
I can only guess what's happ'nin' 
Years ago he woulda been 
The ships captain 
Gettin' me bruised on a cruise 
What I got to lose, lost all contact 
Got me layin' on my back 
Rollin' in my own leftover 
When I roll over, I roll over in somebody else's 
90 F--kin' days on a slave ship 
Count 'em fallin' off 2, 3, 4 hun'ed at a time 
Blood in the wood and it's mine 
I'm chokin' on spit feelin' pain 
Like my brain bein' chained 
Still gotta give it what I got 
But it's hot in the day, cold in the night 
But I thrive to survive, I pray to god to stay alive 
Attitude boils up inside 
And that ain't it (think I'll every quit) 
Still I pray to get my hands 'round 
The neck of the man wit' the whip 
3 months pass, they brand a label on my ass 
To signify 
Owned 
I'm on the microphone 
Sayin' 1555 
How I'm livin' 
We been livin' here 
Livin' ain't the word 
I been givin' 
Haven't got 
Classify us in the have-nots 
Fightin' haves 
'Cause it's all about money 
When it comes to Armageddon 
Mean I'm getting mine 
Here I am turn it over Sam 
427 to the year 
Do you understand 
That's why it's hard 
For the black to love the land 
Once again 
Bass in your face 
Not an eight track 
Gettin' it good to the wood 
So the people 
Give you some a dat 
Reactin' to the fax 
That I kick and it stick 
And it stay around 
Pointin' to the joint, put the Buddha down 
Goin', goin', gettin' to the roots 
Ain't givin' it up 
So turn me loose 
But then again I got a story 
That's harder than the hardcore 
Cost of the holocaust 
I'm talin' 'bout the one still goin' on 
I know 
Where I'm from, not dum diddie dum 
From the base motherland 
The place of the drum 
Invaded by the wack diddie wack 
Fooled the black, left us faded 
King and chief probably had a big beef 
Because of dat now I grit my teeth 
So here's a song to the strong 
'Bout a shake of a snake 
And the smile went along wit dat 
Can't truss it 

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