Public Enemy - Sex, Drugs & Violence lyrics

[Hook] We like those gangsta rhymes... Just make sure they don't corrupt our minds... These rappers k** and thief... A lot of times it's only make believe... [Chuck D] Once upon a time, not long ago A rapper got shot, and no one knows Who pulled the trigga on the kid and layed him in his grave And after the prayers and the street parade sh** got forgot, and now he's dead And all the fans loved everything he said So understand this, you don't wanna miss Sex, d**, and violence [Hook] We like those gangsta rhymes... Just make sure they don't corrupt our minds... These rappers k** and thief... A lot of times it's only make believe... [KRS-One] Ayo once upon a time in Jamaica, Queens An icon gets shot and no one knew what it means It was just another muder scene But let's get on with the bling bling Ching ching and half naked chicks that can't sing Murder weapon, never found. Police, never around The respect, the intellect, and the suspect all out of town It's all out of bounds. KRS, Chuck D makin our rounds, man While they takin us down, man We're takin you down. I got another new sound It's really an old sound, but you know how me and Chuck get down We got peace, love, unity, and having the fun But you all want s**, d**, violence 101 Here it is... Bam Stop being a little boy with a little toy, stand up and be a man Now you see the plan, from west to east Instead of s**, d**, and violence we got love, purpose, and peace We be hurtin the least. We be workin, no seats Bringing it to America like Geronimo and Cochise Get that, but make sure when you spit rap If you ain't really ready to die, yo, don't spit that! [Hook] We like those gangsta rhymes... Just make sure they don't corrupt our minds... These rappers k** and thief... A lot of times it's only make believe... [Flavor Flav] Once upon a time I was on Long Island A man got shot and he wasn't smilin He was bleedin from his guts, yo A policeman was sittin and he drove up on the spot, yo Now when police light came on When the man died, who was the blame on? Wasn't me. Not you I didn't k** nobody cuz my records don't do that I make the records for the kids Gangsta rap flippin people's kid's lids [Hook] We like those gangsta rhymes... Just make sure they don't corrupt our minds... These rappers k** and thief... A lot of times it's only make believe...