Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song What Side You On? , by - Public Enemy. Release date: 22.08.1994
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
What Side You On? |
| It’s overtime so the lyric, they fear it |
| When they hear it |
| The flow |
| 100 miles and runnin |
| And Get near it |
| And go |
| Check it out |
| Go |
| To the race |
| Give the drummer a taste |
| The bass iz commin commin |
| Suckas runnin from it |
| Damn, why you call him the man |
| Here I am scramm |
| Never ran, never fight the Black |
| From Iraq or Iran, who bombed Japan? |
| Blood on his hands |
| Part of a plan |
| He don’t really believe In uhh! |
| God damn |
| If it comes down to shuttin |
| Them down |
| I’m in the hood surrounded, Tell em I’m grounded |
| I’m on that psycho analytical |
| Tip if politics iz stickin to The mix like tricks |
| I’m one more time givin time Where the rhyme go |
| Elite to the street To the brothers doing death row |
| (So where ya at If the beat ain’t fat) |
| Say what |
| C’mon And get some |
| Rattle rattle Kiss and I hum |
| Come can you Get it on the one |
| C’mon pick it up Pick it at |
| Pack it at |
| Pack it up |
| To the black |
| Who be talkin |
| Where they at |
| Where they at |
| Wicked wild |
| Feelin irie |
| Not sorry |
| Get it see it written down in a diary |
| Same say fuck all dat Political shit |
| But wanna get paid when |
| Their brains in the low grade |
| Nowhere to run/here they come come |
| Nowhere to run/here they come come |
| Nowhere to run/here they come come |
| Nowhere to run/here they come come |
| Nowhere to run/here they come come |
| I’m a fan first |
| I reverse another trick verse |
| To the point |
| Where I can rock dis funky joint |
| In the brain game, I’m keepin my head clear |
| In 33 years so what |
| I never had a beer |
| I don’t know what I’m missin |
| I’m not dissin But I know I ain’t ass kissin |
| Time to draw the line This time the rhyme |
| Got da good guy goin gettin da nine |
| Cause I know the hoody Got it good wit the hitman |
| Can I get a hitman Know I’m duckin nat quicksand |
| The funky automatic Handlin static |
| Sellin out I ain’t good at it |
| When I got bumbed I’m gonna open up |
| Hitt em up stone to da bone |
| But it ain’t gotta be like that |
| And thats that |
| Can u tell me yall… what |
| All in wit the law |
| They fall in |
| The great white hole where they |
| Be sellin their soul |
| Never get enough |
| They be talkin dat roughneck shit |
| Be comin they quit |
| Fuck dat blood iz thicker |
| Than water shit |
| That shit iz counterfeit |
| Devil go where da shoe fit |
| Black mans law iz raw like Africa |
| You violate |
| Were comin after ya |
| They’re here |