Lyrics:
the colors to clash
Maryland plates with the tints on the glass
Maryland plates when I'm whipping the crab
Hockey stick came with a mask
I'm still on your ass,
honesty
Tell my publicist, she'll never find me making no public apology
Fuck the media posing as experts
Fuck the radio, fuck the television networks
the people want is real
Guess that's why Logic appeal
All the power in the world, hold that, tell me how it feel
Racism on television and in magazines
than the real thing could ever be
Yet it's still testimony
They're reversing the stars
Ripping at the horns
Stroking the public's Fear
When there's no
seek solace in concepts so unfounded that the only joke is that you truly believe they are
I truly intend to kill you
In the most public and open way
Murder
Murder
Maryland
Hear the voices Lucifer
In the water surfing
Count got all designer drugs
.45 on my person
Smoke too much so paranoid
Jacket
Hard truth soldier radio
Brothers and sisters, this is not a test
I've been asked by Public Enemy
Leader Chuck D to make this emergency
in television
Now I'm just a part of the Great American Public
Watching, waiting
And you say, "have faith, have faith, have faith"
And you say,
to play with me it was embarrassing
I sold a zip at the Maryland aquarium
Gran fighting cancer, that shit made me care again
Said you was gone kill me,
twerkin' wit it
(yeah)
She a blast,
But she the past
Can't catch me working wit it
(yeah)
Public Snap is where I lack,
I caught her lurkin' wit it
is near
Global hatred
War on races
Everythings so complicated
See it in our televisions
Death
Destruction
Public imagery manipulates society
When will
like but I know you won't
You've all been watching too much television
Well, I'll be in the public bar, minding my own business
for all the papers and give 'em autographs
Go on to all the cities so your public can see you
But I'll watch on television, so, sing it pretty, Sue
I
And I wake up to an empty room
And the weight of a morning come too soon
Spend Tuesday afternoon
Staring at the television
And nothing ever happens here
television
I ain't with the bullshit like a '88 piston
Reruns of that Martin it's a cole world that we live in
Brrrang tang tang fuck your bitch like it's
How television's degrading our character
Government corruption and the subtle stuff they cover up
Gave me all this knowledge but never gave up
Park Hill
Staten Island New York City
Check for a nigga check for a nigga
If you in Maryland check for a nigga
If you in Virginia check
on the phone
It's to late I'm outside ya home
This is sum'n for them boys on the run
Tryna be that public enemy number one
Well fuck that
Bitch I be bangin' in
Park Hill
Staten Island, New York City
Check for a nigga, check for a nigga
If you in Maryland, check for a nigga
If you in Virginia, check for
doesn't have to go to school
No television, shopping malls or public swimming pools
Just me and you
Can leave your shoes
We'll be here this
Time tomorrow
crabs
In a bucket is the
Public we from
Maryland
Bandanna rockin'
Gas stations swear
We Arabic
Back wood
Neighborhood smelling
Like some cactus
crabs
In a bucket is the
Public we from
Maryland
Bandanna rockin'
Gas stations swear
We Arabic
Back wood
Neighborhood smelling
Like some cactus
Dollar van
2 Dollar bus
Its crazy how they doubted us
When i aint have the V
My push to start was lighting chronic up
Maryland
Silver springs
up dump it in public
Exiting left bitch jump off the 9
Head down the funk with a fuck boy stuffed in the trunk bitch dump clip gripping the fye
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