Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bedlam 13:13, artist - Public Enemy. Date of issue: 22.08.1994
Song language: English
Bedlam 13:13 |
| Huffed and he puffed, Huffed and he puffed |
| Blew tha house down Now how dat sound |
| Never no never |
| Give up gotta gotta live up To my name |
| Triple double in da rap game |
| Cause I ain’t goin niggatronic |
| Smart e nuff to know I ain’t bionic |
| Wit my main man Harry Not Connick |
| Rather rap my black ass off |
| Getcha hooked on phonics |
| Good e nuff to know no endo |
| Thru it out tha window Along wit tha Super Nintendo |
| I’m a strict daddy Got dat right |
| God damn right |
| But have a good time/Dyn-o-mite |
| Its just that I don’t talk |
| That same ol crap (shit) |
| Cause papa got a brand new Bag fulla rap (hitz) |
| My main knick knack paddy wack |
| C’mon give a damn |
| Confrontational man Iz what I am Iz what I am |
| I’m tearin down da house that Jack built |
| Cause he killt whoever he wanted & hunted |
| And tax the backs of the environment macks |
| Who plan in da silence of the skams |
| A world dat won’t work No more/no more |
| Mother earth gets treated like a whore |
| The world don’t work no more no more |
| The world won’t work no more |
| Ain’t gonna woek no more no more |
| And he doeth great wonders |
| So that he maketh fire come |
| Down from heaven on the earth |
| In sight of men |
| Toms to the left of me |
| Bombin to the right |
| World good night |
| He got destruction |
| In his appetite |
| On a platter a planet |
| To him it doesn’t matter |
| 3−2 at the plate |
| Up go the greedy batter |
| Environmental alarm |
| To all not some |
| Good God |
| Cause we don’t get two of em |
| I was told that oil & water don’t mix |
| But the new world order |
| Got a disorder |
| & so I diss |
| Cuss my disgust |
| If I must |
| One earth is da birth outta all of us |
| And so I diss |
| After the math |
| Disaster wit a European autograph |
| Gonna be bedlam |
| If he spread em |
| Da trigga is cocked |
| Nowhere to flock |
| II |
| Gonna be bedlam |
| If he spread em |
| Pass da word |
| F what you heard |
| III |
| Gonna be bedlam |
| If he spread em |
| Glock is cocked |
| Now drop da props |
| Gonna be bedlam |
| If we spread em |
| The day the whole world couldn’t do it |
| Repent |
| Oh no! |
| Check the preacher what he spent |
| One way ticket to God to fix scars |
| Woman & man runnin the land sea & air poor |
| Do we all go the way of the dinosaur? |
| or |
| To hell & back attack |
| The new clear fog got us sniffin like |
| Atomic dogs |
| Pocket fulla pimp daddy moves |
| Put a code on a can |
| Whatta hell of a man, shootin |
| Trigga pollution, planet prostitution |
| Uprootin da third |
| We go to the way of the bird |
| Can’t do whatcha want to da place |
| Don’t waste my place |
| Where you from? |
| We only got one |