No Sympathy From The Devil

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Public Enemy is an American hip hop group consisting of Chuck D, Flavor Flav, Professor Griff and his S1W group, DJ Lord (DJ who replaced Terminator X in 1999), and Music Director Khari Wynn. Formed in Long Island, New York, in 1982, Public Enemy is known for their politically charged lyrics and criticism of the American media, with an active interest in the frustrations and concerns of the African American community. more »

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No sympathy no sympathy

News fit for rhyme, BS fit to spit
The hate that hate produced swung
Up in a noose
Most them history pages comin’ off stages
Colors, genders, and ages
(Devil) Black, Brown, Yellow, Red, but White
Supremacy, tendency in currency !GASP!
Estrogen robbin' my oxygen
Still dissin' skin, inform my next of kin
(Woop, woop, Now get in the back of the
Car for what? Let’s go) Crazy
Government created grown-up 80's crack babies
Treat your ass cold 'til the frostbite bites
In December, the devil remembers

Man don’t you worry ‘bout (God) No! Get down
Man don’t you worry ‘bout (Evil) No! Get down
Man don’t you worry ‘bout (God) No! Get down
Man don’t you worry ‘bout (Evil) No! Get down

Pitch black
It was you who got in the devil’s bed
Didn't you see this coming?
The great satan, a global terrorist
Didn’t you see the smoke?
Maybe it’s time for us to pick up the gun
No sympathy from the devil

Ain't lettin' it slide
Flippin' love and genocide
Ain't forgiven that spit that came
With a culture kit since when did you decide
The truth should hide? You 20-30-40, I’m 55!
Double nickel, sick this cell
Like sickle, I ain’t your typical
Watch what you heard
Ain’t revenge of the nerds
I’m in my September, but the devil remembers

Man don’t you worry ‘bout (God) No! Get down
Man don’t you worry ‘bout (Evil) No! Get down
Man don’t you worry ‘bout (God) No! Get down
Man don’t you worry ‘bout (Evil) No! Get down

There’s been nights where them
Knights cursed us (Us)
Who fills the jail cells right
Up and first us
I don’t believe a damn word I receive
Gotta lotta nerve sayin'
"If you don't like it just leave"
Like who gives a damn if
They kill another man
Woman or child behind another smile
Now see young folk pass the baton
In the same old thing carry on, carry on

No sympathy

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