New Whirl Odor — Public Enemy

Verse 1

Check that soul in Tape is rollin Black dont crack Where the party at? Stax, jumpback Wax them tracks Barkays cut it live Like 45s Strong songs survive On records 95 beats per second Get it mike on the guitar cmon wreck it

You go ooh ahh there go them superstars, of soul 20 times better than gold, stax, Keep it here Cuttin them tracks, relax Pop them fingers, play it barkays Jumpback baby Soul gotcha crazy Cold feet thanks For the groove And them bomb beats To make me move

Color of dead Looks like the future is history

Why you dissin me Aint no mystery

On the outside peekin in End of your freeride No way you can win Beginnin of the end

Of your liberal friends who pretend

Everythings changed While nuthins changed much Uhh this is chuck

Stays to the left of this And to the right of that

Just black where my mind be at Shit wheres the rest of my cats?

High trees catch a lotta wind my friend

My shits in a bind Fine line between aware and blind Dont mind Some of them aint got a mind

Mind over matter

They dont mind And we dont matter

Verse 2

I flock to refugees Who flock to me

The roots the coup And kick aside the genocide and the juice

Comedians actors nuclear reactors Players and ballplayers Singers dancers and rhyme sayers

Why do us like you do Ska doo Fuck da residue Frustrated 5 on 2s No breaks for madd crews Nowwho the fuck is you Sick a you

Community hoesis Who posin as moses In street clothist Who be the closest who blows it

Every ryme be for the future of mankind

Crazy heads cuttin off the dreds Ruin health Wit no knowledge of self

Incomin taxes breakin backs off a blacks

Who done 400 years in this abyss? And so im pissed the fuck at this new whirl odor So i piss

Verse 3

Some things in the air When the smoke clears

Will it only be white folks and black jokes

How many be gone

If they bomb barbershops and hair salons

Time to dot com

Before they rub out clubs Where you get your drink on

Mother father sister bro Love is the message

But war be the front page In this mess-age

Ghetto celebs spread by the hundred Macked by the same tactics Wit us in a tundra

Goin under

Avoidin cries from sodimized

Society

Scary getting screwed without a dictionary