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public enemy - sex, drugs and violence (featuring krs-one) lyrics

we like those gangsta’ rhymes
just make sure they don’t corrupt our minds
these rappers kill and thief
a lot of time it’s only make believe
uh, uh

once upon a time not long ago
a rapper got shot, and no one knows
who pulled the trigga on the kid who laid him in his grave
and after the prayers and the street parade
sh-t got forgot and now he’s dead
and all the fans loved everything he said

so understand this you don’t wanna miss

s-x, drugs and violence

we like those gangsta’ rhymes

just make sure they don’t corrupt our minds

these rappers kill and thief
a lot of time it’s only make-believe

ayo once upon a time in jamaica, queens
an icon gets shot and no one knows what it means
it was just another murder scene
but let’s get on with the bling bling
ching ching and half naked chicks that can’t sing
murder weapon – never found, police – never around
the respect, the intellect and the suspect all outta town
it’s all outta bounds
krs, chuck d makin’ our rounds, man
while they takin us down, man
we’re takin you down, i got another new sound
it’s really an old sound, but you know how me and chuck get down
we got peace, love, unity, and having the fun
but ya’ll want s-x, drugs, violence 101
here it is… bam
stop being a little boy with a little toy, stand up and be a man
now you see the plan, from west to east
instead of s-x, drugs and violence we got love, purpose and peace
we be hurtin the least, we be workin – no seats
bringing it to america like geronimo and cochise
get that, but make sure when you spit rap
if you ain’t really ready to die, yo, don’t spit that!
we like those gangsta’ rhymes
just make sure they don’t corrupt our minds
these rappers kill and thief
a lot of time it’s only make believe
once upon a time i was on long island
a man got shot and he wasn’t smiling
he was bleedin’ from his guts, yo
a policeman was sittin and he drove up on the spot, yo
now when the police light came on?
when the man died, who was the blame on?
wasn’t me – not you
i didn’t kill n-body cuz my records don’t do that
i make records for the kids
gangsta rap flippin’ people’s kid’s lids
we like those gangsta’ rhymes
just make sure they don’t corrupt our minds
these rappers kill and thief
a lot of time it’s only make believe

- public enemy lyrics

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