Public Enemy - Crayola lyrics

Stax of wax 55 high fulla tracks New cats jackin beats from way back Pay for play only way to get them platinum plaques Clear the racks jobbers slobbin you for tax Robbery a&r snobbery sh** is k**in me softly wit that same damn song Makin folk dumber in the summer A bummer when they shot willie in that hummer Keep it simple stupid means numbers Payola dough white owned black radio Runnin on empty help go the desperado So i bomb the toms and negros who pray to cash flow No info to the ma**es as they shake their a**es No clue but i can't get my sh** up in to you Crayola with that same same ol sh** Crayola with that played playa sh** Crayola with that kid crayon sh** Crayola with them ol spray on hits All f**ed up ways must fall Now the industry can't stop me A vendetta to make the whole game better They get the cheddar All i got is a f**in letter What i owe? what am i Another number and a ho, they don't know Time to see em go like dominoes About time cause they endorsed the crime up in the rhyme Got these new souls controlled goin outta their mind Missed what i said cause they don't even own their own heads Go one go all i forgot they made robots outta some of yall Today all f**ed up ways must fall Today is up against the wall Misled in the head f**ed by quiet storms and love songs Noddin heads too hollow forgotten tomorrow Swallowing all that sh** that's shallow Give the baby anything the baby wants But that's how them ba*tards get us up in them caskets Try to get me where they want me Before some of them jump me Go tell em i'm a start a rebellion Educate the felons easy on yeah Tell em what the f** am i yellin No tellin you got them artists and artificials If it ain't right i don't give a damn if it's sellin Recruits chasin and racin for that loot Usin usual drum loops so i salute my troops I don't socialize or mingle, f** the promotionals And you know what and that g-damn single And the marketing team for that matter It don't matter Dj's gettin dimes for time on a platter I ain't gotta be high to jack so i hijack Fm - radio - eff em turn it around muthaf**a Gods to n***as, queens to b**hes Race against time see em all runnin for the riches Everything had its chance last dance Some things change like them weather forecasts Ha funny how sh** don't last Crayola with that same same ol sh** Crayola with that played playa sh** Crayola with that kid crayon sh** Crayola with them ol spray on hits