Lyrics:
amplifiers
Your crossed up wires are always starting fires
You grown up criers, now here's a pair of pliers
Get a job like your mother, heard she fixes old
Because I'm Public Enemy number one
One, one, one
One, one, one
One, one, one
For all you suckers, liars, your cheap amplifiers
Your crossed up wires are
place to go
We're screaming truth to power
From the barrio
We are the broken records
Sitting in the sun
Turn up the amplifiers
Gonna do some
boom-boombox, amplifier
Tube socks and chancletas, moonrocking Margiela
Sick as fuck, salmonella, I whip it up like Nutella
I got the desert with me, hope you
Who never said nothing
His thought became an amplifier
I live for inspiration, for without that, I will die
(Go)
Here the bomb jam now can you dig
As the sweat pours out your body
Like the music that you play
Later in the evening as you lie awake in bed
The echoes from the amplifiers
Ringin' in your head
And the sweat pours out my body
Like the music that I play
Yeah later in the evenin'
As you lie awake in bed
And the echoes from the amplifiers
Ringin' in your
on an amplifier
A good ol' boy up there asking for
A dollars worth of Johnny Cash
If you're under the table or over the hill
Up from Ole Red
(Amplifier) october London, DJ Drama, Snoop
(Gangsta Grillz)
Travellin' coast to coast
I seen a lot of pretty women
But you were the GOAT
Grab
(Amplifier)
Travellin' coast to coast
I seen a lot of pretty women
But you were the GOAT
Grab a bathing-suit and flew for the toast
Body colder than
"Gentlemen, it's time to rock the rock"
Turn it up make it loud
Get your guitar ready to scream
Heavy drums, amplifiers
We're a sonic demolition team
no fun, being on the run
'Cause they got me, Public Enemy number one
For all you suckers, liars, your cheap amplifiers
You crossed up wires are
mad fits
Causin' damage
(Burnin' amplifiers and mic stands)
[Chorus]
Everybody get dangerous
Everybody get dangerous (Boo yah!)
Everybody get
The Audience: Right!
[FZ:] You understand that you won't be able to hear the organ once we turn the amplifiers up... Awright, Don? ...Whip it on 'em! ..."Louie
and everybody was hissing and booing and falling off the dance floor... And Elmer was yelling at them to get off stage and turn down their amplifiers
lights, their amplifiers,
their PA systems...their smoke machines. And all those synthesizers...look at all
the plastic they got in 'em...and the guitar
Trucksand when they get there
They use up enormous amounts of
Electrical energy with their
Lights, their amplifiers, their PA
Systemstheir smoke machines
hand
Toes up in the sand
Cold one in my hand
Singin' hey, let's party like we on vacation
I got my Solo Cup amplifier, playin' all my jams
In my
By David Allan Coe
I'VE DONE SOME RAMBLING DOWN IN MISSISSIPPI
I'VE DONE SOME TIME IN TENNESSEE
I SERVER MY SENTENCE IN A FENDER TWIN AMPLIFIER
Mamma was the drummer in the band
But those sticks would turn
To switches if you made her mad
Daddy's amplifier doubled as his chair
They handed
amplifier
Gris-Gris Gumbo Ya Ya
And my band be cookin'!
Ha ha ha
Gris-Gris Gumbo Ya Ya
Gris-Gris Gumbo Ya Ya
Just like a big rock show
Everybody sing
awake in bed
With the echoes of the amplifiers, ringin' in your head
You smoke the day's last cigarette, rememberin' what she said
What she said
Oh,
Especially when you find yourself rhymin' over mics
I became a wrecker through my amplifier
Break it down base, treble through my dancer
That's one new
There I go turn the page
Later in the evening as you lie awake in bed
The echoes of the amplifiers ringin' in your head
You smoke the days last cigarette
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