Soundtracks - Say It Like It Really Is - Public Enemy lyrics

Get up Back atcha Gettin it on Still wide awake 6 in the mornin Still comin atcha Till the breaka dawn This revolution goes on and on Stop that Askin Do we still rap? Do yall still scream? Yall still clap? Who dat Gonna tell yall we too old But we still bold And I got soul Its my birthday And I'm fitty years... Quiet as kept All them vjs and djs be old Their jobs sell the young Don't tell em what needs to be told When they made pe They broke the mold Didn't quit nothin Just hit the road I just got back from soweto You only know half of whatcha say you know I know this records too hot for the radio Did yall hear what I said if you did Lets go Knock knock We still here still doing our thing Public enemy Doing the right thing We ain't just say any ol thing Just to get material things I ain't sayin we ain't bought anything Stuck with the rapping Never tried to sing. Bring the noise raise the roof They afraid of the youth Lookout, duckdown (cant handle the truth) Now the club ain't no church The church ain't no club Check them djs mixin up Murder and love Who shoulders the burdn Of all that murderin The people Love spelled backwards is evol Misspelled What the hell The people get pain Dumbed from Another marketing campaign Its my birthday We still k**in the stage I don't give a damn about poppin champaign Say what yall wanna say about Change Revolution I'm a say what I'm saying Rather be stuck up than stuck down Heres the difference I picks up the black and brown Against mr man informants and government While real people starve and cant pay their rent They you seriously don't mean what you meant I ain't tricked deceived paid off inagreement Somebody planned it Glad yall understand it Those that don't Headharded like granite We look out for them too And don't take em for granted Like said Somebody planned it. If I see one more person Gonna ask me Again' Yall still making music Where I begin Now yall know you don't buy no records no more No tapes, no cds, no record store Got download zones and ringtones But yo mama and them cant work them cell phones But the revolution goes on and on Still wide awake at 6 in the morning Had to get it out To the break of dawn We still sayin what we sayin And not playin