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Übersetzung: Public Enemy. Mpe.
record's kickin',I'm breakin' P.D.'s hearts They banned me from their shows Because they said I'm too hard But no sell-out,I guess I'm just barred I ain
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
when it's hittin I'm pullin mad skins With Olde E sittin in between my lap and when brothers act up, a gun machine I pack The original P-Funk, got the
's kickin', I'm breakin' P.D.'s hearts They banned me from their shows Because they said I'm too hard But no sell-out, I guess I'm just barred I ain'
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
system When it's hittin' I'm pullin' mad skins With Olde E sittin' in between my lap And when brothers act up, a gun machine I pack The original P-funk
the lames you snuffin', your name is nothin' In Brooklyn, New York, I'm down with Large and Marl Back in P.A.T., man, we be sippin' the barre I'm down
down Lennox, head up to the 'View Some reporter wanna holla and I said it was cool Wanna know about the album and the Enemy's new How P.E. and Guerilla
lose we move with Public Enemy Hard rhyme when the rebel is on the mic One time rhyme animal's on the mic It's P.E. it's on you, brother what'chu wanna
it's the master plan until the curse is reversed I'm sayin, rebirth of a nation... [Verse 2: Professor Griff] They call me E-M-E, U-N-O, you know P.
Motherfucker cause it ain't all good, now I wish they would Get yo' vest on, we rain on Babylon The anti-Fox News, anti-pop, original group P and the Enemy
the world to know I'm paying my dues and I got the utmost, I just wanna let you know I'm payin' homage 'cause you've paved the way for me, yeah yeah Public Enemy
Missy but fuck it Just let a nigga M.C. The best rapper alive, unquestionably If you rip on your E.P., you gonna need an M.D. So "You gots to chill" '
niggas don't play round, pop pop, Make your whole click catch the greyhound Geto boys, master p, dj screw, kid frost, mobb deep, Ese fools, ice-t, fat pat, public enemy
e-g-t-h-e-r-a-p C-a-p-o-n-e-d-a-y-t-o-n-a-v-e Chorus: repeat 4x D-o-to the p-e-d-a-y-t-o-n-a-v-e a killa (g, d-a-y-t-o-n killa) F-l-i-n-t don't wanna
, P.E. You know the game, P.E. We ain't for the fame We for the change I wake up everyday with my game face on You know the name, P.E. You know the game
