Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Stand Accused, artist - Public Enemy. Date of issue: 22.08.1994
Song language: English
I Stand Accused |
| I see I’m peeking out ready to rumble |
| So now I’m speaking out |
| Against those |
| That flip the way the story goes |
| One never knows |
| Who be flippin the script |
| Whatever the traitors name |
| My aim is dunk em like |
| I’m Chris Webber |
| So many phony smilin faces |
| Traces of slander |
| Got em comin outta funny places |
| I had it an hear em Talkin loud behind my back |
| What was good for the hood |
| Is what they say is wack |
| I take the stabbin &grin |
| When I’m hit |
| Cause I know the suckas smile |
| When I leave em What I’m comin wit |
| I cant complain about the money |
| Although the suckas in the back |
| They talkin shit |
| An laughin like its somethin funny |
| I aim to make changes |
| An never change |
| Unless its for the better |
| Cause I always been a go better |
| Clean hustler |
| Rhyme instead of muscle ya Born when ya thinkin I’m gone |
| The terror era is on… |
| I stand accused |
| To the crews |
| I paid my dues |
| I stand accused |
| I refuse |
| To stand and lose |
| I stand accused |
| To the news |
| I kick da blues |
| I stand accussed |
| I refuse |
| I hear em talkin &walkin |
| Behind my back I’m attacked |
| Fuck the knife in the back |
| Cause it feels like they got an axe |
| Yeah I can dig it wit a shovel |
| I never dig dirt wit the devil |
| Instead I’m on that other level |
| But I took time to reach down |
| To help the black &brown |
| I never stood around |
| I hear em talkin behind |
| My mind |
| In a ocean of sharks |
| And a back full a hackmarks |
| They say I’m fallin off |
| Yeah, they better call it off |
| &get muscle |
| &find another hustle quick |
| Sick n tired of critics |
| But I can take a hit |
| I’m all man |
| Alley oopin the vocal on jams |
| But they dont know it They can blow it |
| &take a puff of dis joint |
| I see I’m kissin it off the cuff |
| Behind the back |
| I’m pullin axes and blades out the arms &the legs |
| Still my fellas get paid |
| The terror era is on Fuck a critic/fuck fuck a critic |
| All the fuckin critics |
| Can get the did dit |
| All a fuckin critic does is Draw a fuckin line |
| Cross a line and dis my rhyme |
| &then they ass is mine |
| If you find a critic dead |
| Remember what I said |
| Who killed a critic |
| Guess the crew did it Say paybacks a crazy ass message |
| Sent to the writers who criticize |
| They’re fuckin wit afreedom fighter |
| Who raises flags |
| &dragged the klan in bodybags |
| I hung em up in Missisippi &bum fuck |
| This is Chuck so what the hell |
| You think I did it for |
| To open doors from Carolina to Arkansas |
| And lemme let em I met em I told my boys forget em An what they did got rid of me Negative |
| But 94 got stunts &blunts in da mix |
| I hear the crowd fallin vic |
| To old ghetto tricks |
| But if I wasn’t your cousin |
| Wed leave em in the dozens |
| Of sellin out &bellin out |
| Half pint 40 ounce |
| Announce to the rest |
| We had a fall out |
| I never took a drink |
| Never took a hit or bribe |
| Or got spread by what a silly |
| Rumor said |
| Never sang or gang banged |
| Sold out or rented hip hop |
| Cause I know when to stop |