Chuck D - Get It Right Or Be Gone lyrics

[Verse 1] Get it right, or be gone Way back, just a man, nineteen sixties New York City I ain't dizzy, that's half-past fifty Willie Mays the airwaves, to right from wrong (Uhh!) (Get it right or be gone!) Warnin' track to Johnny, no cash off the bench Man in black, you heard who had the damn nerve To dead the -N- word Brought to you by hot, disturbed, you think not? (Get it right or be gone!) Run on third, dancin' like some jackal-robbing son Stealin' homes, invadin' domes, married to the job Job go, you no mo! Get it? (Get it right or be gone!) Here's a blooper, ratchet ruler's think they're super If they can call you anything, and they could do anything Mimickin' ways, gimmick kings Callin' yourself anything (Get it right or be gone!) ? because it was so sloppy what I do for hip-hop B, let's see, cosigned by the Grandmaster Flash Afrika Bambaataa, Kool Herc DJ Hollywood, I'm good (Get it right or be gone!) Save a hundred-forty miles per hour struck out to slave Harriet would of freed more slaves if they only knew they were slaves Hip-hop I gave, free the damn airwaves! (Get it right or be gone!) [Verse 2] And the first place disgracin' the hip-hop birth place No debate, disrespect to self-hate From them, genicide to juice huddles Damn the damn hustle! (Get it right or be gone!) Rain out, crime puddles, part time coach Designated spitter, eight-million hip-hop stories on you splitters Devide the conquerors, flood the drunkard (Get it right or be gone!) Wild pitch, voice like bricks No studio tricks, 1986 draft pick You know the damn name, shock lock it to the hall of fame (Get it right or be gone!) Ain't no friendly game, next time stay out of the line of fire Sit yourself in a corner, keep your a** quiet Hey, I ain't wanna get nobody fired now (Get it right or be gone!) ?, this ain't no self-destruction We ain't in the same game, I'm pointin' my finger at you The problem is you, shuttin' you down because you tear us down (Get it right or be gone!) Extra innings spinning since the beginning Hip-hop been in New York forty years, who the hell think they be winning? When we all hearin' no balance in the air Get it right or be gone! A song is more than a record, check it A movement is bigger than a song, check A mindset is even greater than a movement, keep it movin' Get it right or be gone! A no-hitter over nine, strived to be civilized Excel in mental over physical, styles of those guy Rapper does good, they hardly pay him any mind Every step if trouble is a cultural landmine So this black snowball rolls up with the flow I put the thermostat, turned the heat up, lock all the windows Ain't gotta use no big words y'all ain't never heard (Get it right or be gone!) Still intellectual instead of anti-lectual Dumbed down and young down, like I don't know a festival Epitome of five-thousand shows, ? culturalists What y'all seeing is a traveling human-being Ground grew, rapper in trouble Sorry Busta, love you but everything is not a hustle Rapper does good, press says nothin' Y'all better tell these kids somethin' Get it right or be gone! [Outro] (Uhh!) Get it right, get it right Get it right, or be gone! (Uhh!) Yo, take it how you want it Take it how you want it Be gone! USA'ers are crippled by the lack of history of geographic knowledge, sometimes not even visiting other states, thus not knowing the Earth equals slavery. I suggest that the many artists, that they aggressively spread their art to the Earth instead of sitting around wishing a corp makes them a star