Full fledgin' never sat on my legend
No shuffle or shoulder shruggin'
Uncle Tommin nickel and dime rhymin'
This renegade rippin'
Rugged trax I love it
Sorta black owned
Like da Denver Nuggets
Pow pow
The original
Harder hitter
Is back in black
On deck with a turtleneck
Uh ha you can drink
All you want
But hard don't make
Da liquid matter you intake
The logical
Sorta psychological
Brother like butter spread to one
Thicker da blunt and got sicker
Once upon a rhyme all bigger
Meant was for bigga cotton picker
Leave alone
The men from the mice
Who twice packs da gatt
Turn into dirty ratts
I'm comin' with the antidote, I hope they cope
To da rhythm I wrote
Pawns in da game
Goin' down da drain
Final call to my race in pain
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Stop In The Name... Lyrics

Public Enemy – Stop In The Name... Lyrics