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Public Enemy – Shut Em Down (Pete Rock Remix)

Public Enemy – Shut Em Down (Pete Rock Remix)

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  1. I testified
    My mama cried
    Black people died
    When the other man lied
    See the TV, listen to me double trouble
    I overhaul and I'm comin'
    From the lower level
    I'm takin' tabs
    Sho nuff stuff to grab
    Like shirts it hurts
    Wit a neck to wreck
    Took a poll 'cause our soul
    Tookreally a toll
    From the education
    Of a TV station
    But look around
    Hear go the sound of the wreckin' ball
    Boom and Pound
    When I
    Shut 'em down
    1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9
    What I use in the battle for the mind
    I hit it hard
    Like it supposed
    Pullin' no blows to the nose
    Like uncle L said I'm rippin' up shows
    Then what it is
    Only 5 percent of the biz
    I'm addin' woes
    That's how da way it goes
    Then U think I rank never drank, point blank
    I own loans
    Suckers got me runnin' from the bank
    Civil liberty I can't see to pay a fee
    I never saw a way to pay a sap
    To read the law
    Then become a victim of a lawyer
    Don't know ya, never saw ya
    Tape cued
    Gettin' me sued
    Playin' games wit' my head
    What the judge said put me in the red
    Got me thinkin' 'bout a trigger to the lead
    No no
    My educated mind say
    Suckers gonna pay
    Anyway
    There gonna be a day
    'Cause the troop they roll in
    To posse up
    Whole from the ground
    Ready to go
    Throw another round
    Sick of the ride
    It's suicide
    For the other side of town
    When I find a way to shut 'em down
    Who count the money
    In da neigborhood
    But we spendin' money
    To no end lookin' for a friend
    In a war to the core
    Rippin' up the poor in da stores
    Till they get a brother
    Kickin' down doors
    Then I figure I kick it bigger
    Look 'em dead in the eye
    And they wince
    Defense is pressurized
    They don't want it to be
    Another racial attack
    In disguise so give some money back
    I like Nike but wait a minite
    The neighborhood supports so put some
    Money in it
    Corporations owe
    Dey gotta give up the dough
    To da town
    Or else
    We gotta shut 'em down
    Howdy y'all. This is Bernie Crosshouse, yours truly of the KKK. I'd like to express our deepest gratitude at the destruction of the inferior nigga race. And I’m especially pleased to report it's destroyin' itself without our help. To all you gangs, hoodlums, drug pushers and users, and other worthless niggers killin' each other, we’d like to thank y'all for savin' us the time, trouble and legality for the final chapter of riddin' y'all off the face of the Earth. Your solution to our problem is greatly appreciated, so keep sellin' us your soul. Thank ya!

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