Public Enemy

Public Enemy - Hazy Shade Of Criminal lyrics

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Ridenhour - Drayton - The JBL - Robertz - Gary G-Wiz 



Reach uppity reach gotta reach

Power to the people & the beats

Some people accuse some people of crimes

Some people get away wit' losin' my rhyme

They don't like where I'm comin' from

So dey play dumb

Dumb diggetty dumbb diggetty dumb

But I'm tellin' you what they do

Play a fool

While the real thief cools in a pool

He who got the finger on the war button

Talkin' loud ain't sayin' nuttin

TV got 'em bigger than life

All he needs is a knife

Who's the criminal?



To the blind def & dumb

Hard to see 'em comin'

Don't be dumb diggety dumb

Politikin' writin' bad checks

Still dey gettin' wreck

Goin' fo' a nigga neck

Rollin' in a blue 'n' white gang

Ready to bang biggedy bang

Hangin' 'round da hangin' rope

Nope n-o-p-e

I ain't bendin' for the soap

Never understood why the 'hood

Half od who's in da joint

Now dey got me losin' my point

Gotta have it goin' on

Born criminal born



Take a piece of America back

But who had it first

Hear the indian curse



Robbed & stole so many so much

It ain't funny

Now who got 'em face on money



Politician passin' a bill paid in full

C-note rockin' in a pocket

How they livin' makin' sure they

Lockin' us up I got a feelin' I'm...



When it come to somethin' we say

What dey don't like is a brother like me

On da mike



In fact to the gritty ain't none of us wack

Noriega had back



Jeffrey Dahmer enter the room without cuffs



How the hell do we set stuffed

In da back of a cell

On an isle

Ain't it wild

What's a criminal?



Only if I had one more time to kick

The rhythm that keep rippin' down the door

So the real crominals get exposed behind the clothes

Doors 'n' the suits that make 'n' break da law



Lookin' for my own 'cause I had enuff bull

I can't understand it must be crooked

Way they planned it



Police supposed to keep the peace

But I can't truss 'em

So I keep my piece

Loaded & cocked

'Cause I don't miss the block

I'm talkin' about the ones who don't get chained to the rock

While we go away for the neighborhood crime

Never liked what I saw in the law

Indiana tress hangin' us instead of leaves

We hangin' the rope

Real criminals...
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