Public Enemy

Public Enemy - A Letter To The New York Post lyrics

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Yo gee 

Come and get your New York Post 

New York Post right here 

Come on y'all 

Get the bost stubost stubost 

Coasta coasta New York Post 

Yo New York Post don't brag or boast 

Dissin' flavor when he's butter that you put on your toast 

Put my address in the paper cause I smacked that girl 

She's the mother of my kid's that I took around the world 

Disagreements happens to couples when they share a bond

You shouldn't try to drown your subjects in a duck pond 

If you're gonna tell a story about people's worries 

Watch what you tell 'em cause they don't bring you glory 

It only brings agony, ask James Cagney 

He beat up on a guy when he found he was a fagney 

Cagney is a favorite he is my boy 

He don't jive around he's a real McCoy 

Chuck D yeah, you tellin' Flav we got to let 'em know 

Here's a letter to the New York Post 

The worst piece of paper on the east coast 

Matter of fact the whole state's forty cents 

in New York City fifty cents elsewhere 

It makes no goddamn sense at all 

America's oldest continuously published daily piece of bullshit 

Flavor Flav is the one that makes The Post money 

Writers make embarassing headlines funny 

Tryin' to undress my past until it's naked 

Wont stop Flavor from sellin' no records 

Europe Asia to the street of New York 

Flavor Flav known for his finesse talk 

Do it to good for The Post to employ me 

New York Post can't destroy me 

Rapper of Public Enemy, rapstar beats lover 

With the headline of a fucked up cover 

Out the pot to the plate New York Post 

get your story straight motherfucker 

It always seems that they make our neighborhood look bad 

Here's a letter to the New York Post 

Ain't worth the paper it's printed on 

Founded in 1801 by Alexander Hamilton 

That is 190 years continuous of fucked up news 

Yo one can play the game, two can play the game 

Yo Flav read on can't forget you either Jet 

Flavor Flav is your best Jet yet 

My own people own the most business 

Write on faith of value'sness 

Should have checked with me before you wrote it 

Got it from another source and quote it 

Put it out like the new year bull drop 

In every beauty parlor and barber shop 

Flavor Flav world renown 

Can't keep a man like Flavor down 

Yo Jet be a good host 

Don't print bull like the New York Post 

Augh, looks like somebody slipped up here 

Anyway here's a letter to the New York Post 

Black newspaper and magazines are supposed to get the real deal 

from the source y'all 

Sorry, Jet you took the info straight out of The Post 

Burned us just like toast 

When it comes to getting you facts straight about P.E. 

Get your shit correct
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