| Artist: Public Enemy
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| Album: Greatest Misses
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| Song: Gotta Do What I Gotta Do
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| I gotta do what I gotta do (uh)
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| So who the hell is you
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| To tell me how my song is wrong
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| You don’t know
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| Layout & let the drummer go
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| You think my rap’s about stealin'
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| But it’s about feelin'
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| Sometimes drug dealin'
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| But few know how my flow
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| Don’t get the proper review
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| I gotta do what I gotta do
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| Do whatcha gotta do first
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| Ooh
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| Here go da verse
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| I gotta do what I do best (uh)
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| Kick da Nitti & Ness
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| The danger zone
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| They better leave me alone
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| I got posse
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| Lus the feds had better watch me
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| I picked a bone wit' Arizona
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| Droppin' kickin' a mission
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| Wit' no permission
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| I let 'em know why I did what I did
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| I got dialogue
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| Got 'em to even sing along
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| & got the semiautomatic
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| Tongue to da young
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| When there’s static
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| They come & try to get some
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| They had the nerve to call the president
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| An' I wasn’t hesitant
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| To scream I was a resident
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| So-called power of the people
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| Lookin' for the truth
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| Like guessin' my vest was never bulletproof
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| I’m edgin' close to the line
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| & it’s fine time to know
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| Why the hell & da f---
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| I try to battle so
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| Much to touch never feedin'
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| A crutch to lean on me
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| Excuses is weak
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| That’s why my look is mean
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| To the devils 'bout God
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| Another reason why it’s comin' hard
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| My intellect doin' wreckin' effect
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| 'Till it’s through
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| Gotta do what I gotta do
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| I Gotta do what dey don’t like
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| Cause I got a mike
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| The more I push
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| & the more you learn
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| & dey burn, you get another turn
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| To take the helm recreate
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| The realm of leaders
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| Not to say you never need us
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| But in da mirror
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| You can do it, it’s so easy to start
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| Yeah baby you can see it on
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| A flow chart
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| And just in case
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| They ever get me in da middle
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| Of things before I go
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| You know I’m gonna take a swang
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| Until dey give what dey never
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| Gave I refuse to be
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| A slave I hijacked
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| The airwaves
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| Let ya know the dirt
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| Swept under the rug
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| Give the brothers a pound
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| My sisters a lil' bigger hugs
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| My rat a tat comin' right
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| & exact cause it’s true
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| I gotta do what I gotta do |