Public Enemy - Rules Of Engagement lyrics

Take it back to the days when we raised us up 'Fore coward-a** rap made the game corrupt P-Dog in the cut back to bring the pain Puttin' wood on they a** can't stand the rain And bring heat over beats, and scratch the itch In a no spin-zone f** a scanadalous b**h It's the return of the Bush k**a back to bust Just us for the justice, In God We Trust I rush truth to the youth - and shine the light Take the red pill, open up ya eyes to life In this land of these crack fiends sheep and moles See us overthrow the hold of this devil control And roll deep - (keep it underground for the streets) I'm the last cell - (hit em outta bounds, retreat) We like ants in this war dance, if one falls Ten more's in his place to advance the cause, it's all ……mmhham…people had a song…gun…sent to arm… and religion….do it blind… This includes dramatic reenactments of scenes Which depict real events. Material which is intended for Hip-hop Welcome to the show! [Recordings] Today more d** are coming into America than ever before… We have the best intelligence. We can stop anything we want to stop… You may still know little about… CIA's involvement with drug lords… This was a multibillion dollar business …Even more menacing… The CIA...Gone into the drug trade and… They're trying to take over the government In the war…on d**… Which side is the CIA on? We need a change! We need a change! We need a change! Huahh! Huahh! Huahh! (in background)…There is more than a difference Huahh! Huahh! Huahh! We need your back What you missing Hip-hop Hard, cruel Sososososo Sososososo Sososososo Radio Word Pay attention real ones We just begun Come on! Come on! Just a technique Part of the rebel militia Wrapping up brandish You don't need us to paint You a picture f** who you asking I'll tell you what it is Motherf**er it's the way we live Party crashing A door with a broke lock... Making a toast to the kegs Rupert Murdoch I got a hit on the Cyclops He swiping giving a security f** around I'm a store master That they pay me What they did to John Africa's trail They smoke a lot of sh**, sh** Waving the badge and put it down Go the f** home rather than play it out Empty shows… Get down… In chemistry My first year in combat, next year Missin' you keys Missin' you keys Whoh Missin you keys Whoh