Yo yo whassup Ice man you look upset brother

Yo man, I got a lot of things on my mind man

But I don't know if I should put it on this record, yaknahmsayin?

	Man go ahead and kick it man

	Let the people know what's happenin man

You know brothers out there sellin out man

Why they goin out like that man?

	Yo, sellin out like it ain't nothin man

I ain't with it



[Ice-T]

Dig it, I'm just a brother from L.A.

South Central, I live life the fly way

Used to bang and hustle but I traded for the big game

Infamy got dumped for fame

Now I'm known and respect as creator of the crime rhyme;

but my lyrics are deeper

Because I'm the one that makes you think before make a move

I wrote "Pusher", "High Rollers", and "Colors" just to prove

that I could kick game, and drop knowledge at the same time

But one L.A. station wouldn't play my records one time

I'm tryin to save my community

but these bourgeoise blacks keep on doggin me

They don't care about violence, drugs and gangs

KJLH, you ain't about nuttin

You just a bunch of punk bourgeoise black suckers

and this one's for me



You won't play no Public Enemy

You ain't playin no Boogie Down Productions

You ain't tryin to represent the black community

You just carin about your little ol' R&B +BULL+

you play all day and night

I represent Los Angeles all over the United States

and you ain't did NUTTIN for me

Think about it



Hold up, I ain't finished on the diss tip

There's a few more punks that I got to rip

All you chump MC's who sell out quick

When P.E. was on the top, you rode the tip

But now they got problems and you suckers run

Who's Chuck's real friends, does he really have one?

You yell P.E. this, P.E. that

Fist in the air, proud to be black

Now they got static and you run like punks

I haven't heard an MC stand up for him once

Maybe you suckers are just hopin that they fall off

so you can fill their shoes, nope sorry boss

That's what the matter with black people anyway

We ain't down with nothin, I don't care what you say

yell or lie, don't even bother

How low will a brother go for a dollar?

Public Enemy broke a new rap age

And now you rappers ain't got nuttin to say?

"Yo it's their problem"		"Griff shouldn'ta said it"

E where's my pistol?  (Yo I'll go get it)

Cause it's time for me to enforce some discipline

Are you down or not, are you out or in?

Chuck Flav and Griff are my true friends

I got their backs if it means my career ends



All you so-called down MC's with Public Enemy

I ain't heard nobody out there, tryin to help my man out

YouknowhatI'msayin?  Griff is my man, I don't care WHAT he said

YouknowhatI'msayin?  And I ain't gon' let them go out like that

YouknowhatI'msayin?  Chuck, Ice got your back

Anybody out there got problems with Public Enemy, come talk to me



Once again, I'm back in the diss mode

I gotta speak my mind, it's time to unload

on this so-called government we've got

If I lied like them, I think I'd get shot

They sell drugs to kids and say it's us

And when the cops are crooks, who can you trust?

You only see young brothers in a drug bust

Ashes to ashes, and dust to dust

My homey got a year for an ounce of weed

while Bush sells weapons to the enemy

You gotta be stone blind not to see

"Our government is honest!"  Nigga, please

Cocaine can't be made in the United States

Kickin facts like this our government hates

The young kids on the streets ain't the enemy

They're just ghetto youth after money

They sell drugs, but who sells drugs to them?

Try the C.I.A. my friend

or the F.B.I. or even Bush

Somebody's gettin rich, damn sure ain't us

We're just killin ourselves while others laugh

Look at the street, it's a cocaine bloodbath

We gotta realize dope is pure death

Mess with drugs, you're breathin your last breath

Sellin drugs is straight up genocide

They're gonna laugh, while we all die



Sittin up there thinkin you're makin that money

Hustlin and all that, you're killin your brothers

YouknowhatI'msayin?  You just stupid, straight up stupid

Puttin dope into your body - c'mon, youknowhatI'msayin?

You gotta get somethin goin out there

Get some brains, youknowhatI'msayin?

We are just playin ourselves cold out of the pocket



This one's for me, I make records for you

but this cut I straight out had to do

There's topics in my mind I have to break

cause so many of you out there are so damn fake

If ya ain't know they're no-one, cutthroats

backstabbers, scheamin for banknotes

And all of you out there know what I'm talkin bout

If you claim you're down then NEVER sell-out

Never sell out, youknowhatI'msayin?

You gotta stay down for yours

You know I want it, sure as I'm Ice-T

I make records for you, but this one's for me



You know what I'm talkin bout out there

There's ways to sell out left and right

But you ain't got to do that

There's things more important than money

I'm talkin bout pride, I'm talkin bout dignity

You got it out there

All you got to do is stand on your own two feet

Don't go out like no sucker

Stay down, youknowhatI'msayin?

Peace