《What Side You On》是Public Enemy演唱的歌曲，收錄於專輯《Muse Sick-N-Hour Mess Age》。
基本介紹
- 外文名：What Side You On
- 所屬專輯：Muse Sick-N-Hour Mess Age
- 歌曲原唱：Public Enemy
- 歌曲語言：英語
歌曲歌詞
Its overtime
So the lyric
They fear it
When they hear it
The flow
100 miles and runnin
Get near it
And go
Check it out
Go
To the race
Give the drummer a taste
The bass iz commin commin
Suckas runnin from it
D**n why you call him
The man
Here I am scramm
Never ran
Never fight the black
From iraq
Or iran
Who bombed japan
Blood on his hands
Part of a plan
He don't really believe
In uhh God d**n
If it comes down to shuttin
Them down
I'm in the hood surrounded
Tell em I'm grounded
I'm on that psycho analytical
Tip if politics iz stickin to
The mix
Like tricks
I'm one more time givin time
Where the rhyme go
Elite to the street
To the brothas doin death row
So where ya at
If the beat ain't fat
Say what
Cmon
And get some
Rattle rattle
Kiss and I hum
Come can you
Get it on the one
Cmon pick it up
Pick it at
Pack it at
Pack it up
To the black
Who be talkin
Where they at
Where they at
Wicked wild
Feelin irie
Not sorry
Get it see it written down in a diary
Same say ***** all dat
Political sh*t
But wanna get paid when
Their brains in the second grade
Nowhere to run/here they come come
Nowhere to run/here they come come
I'm a fan first
I reverse another trick verse
To the point
Where I can rock dis funky joint
In the brain game I'm keepin my head clear
In 33 years so what
I never had a beer
I don't know what I'm missin
I'm not dissin
But I know I ain't a** kissin
Time to draw the line
This time the rhyme
Got da good guy goin gettin da nine
Cause I know the hoody
Got it good wit the hitman
Can I get a hitman
Know I'm duckin nat quicksand
The funky automatic
Handlin static
Sellin out I ain't good at it
/amp when I got bumbed
I'm gonna open up
Hitt em up stone to da bone
But it ain't gotta be like that
And that's that
Can u tell me yall what
All in wit the law
They fall in
The great white hole where they
Be sellin their soul
Never get enough
They be talkin dat roughneck sh*t
Be comin they quit
***** dat blood iz ticker
Than water sh*t
That sh*t iz counterfeit
Devil go where da shoe fit
Black mans law iz raw like africa
You violate
Were comin after ya
There here
