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Public Enemy

Night Of The Living Basheads

 

Night Of The Living Basheads

(album: It Takes A Nation Of Millions To Hold Us Back - 1988)


Here it is
BAMMM
And you say, Goddamn
This is the dope jam
But lets define the term called dope
And you think it mean funky now, no
Here is a true tale
Of the ones that deal
Are the ones that fail
Yeah
You can move if you wanna move
What it prove
It's here like the groove
The problem is this we gotta' fix it
Check out the justice and how they run it
Selling, smelling
Sniffing, riffing
And brothers try to get swift an'
Sell to their own, rob a home
While some shrivel to bone
Like comatose walking around
Please don't confuse this with the sound
I'm talking about...BASS

I put this together to...
Rock the bells of those that
Boost the dose
Of lack a lack
And those that sell to Black
Shame on a brother when he dealing
The same block where my 98 be wheeling
And everybody know
Another kilo
From a corner from a brother to keep another
Below
Stop illing and killing
Stop grilling
Yo, black, yo (we are willin')
4, 5 o'clock in the morning
Wait a minute y'all
The fiends are fiending
Day to day they say no other way
This stuff...
Is really bad
I'm talking 'bout...BASS

Yo, listen
I see it on their faces
(First come first serve basis)
Standing in line
Checking the time
Homeboys playing the curb
The same ones that used to do herb
Now they're gone
Passing it on
Poison attack the Black word bond
Daddy-O
Once said to me
He knew a brother who stayed all day in his jeep
And at night he went to sleep
And in the morning all he had was
The sneakers on his feet
The culprit used to jam and rock the mike, yo
He stripped the jeep to fill his pipe
And wander around to find a place
Where they rocked to a different kind of...BASS

done

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