Bring That Beat Back

Public Enemy

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    Played in Cincinnati
    Wit my whole head nappy
    Made a rally in the street
    Wit nothin' but a beat

    Gotta grudge against a judge
    Kick 'em out that seat
    You are what you eat
    So what you eatin'?

    Same message to your mind
    Be self defeatin'
    Sick n tired of bein' sick
    And tired of bein' beaten

    Saw 'em drop it like it
    Was way too hot and too fast
    For hip hop, doo wop, rock or bop
    Ain't here to hurt you

    Don't hang in them circles
    Government ain't got me
    Yet so y'all don't stop me
    See a stampede of fake cats

    Runnin' from Bill Cosby
    What does he gotta do wit you doin' you?
    Y'all know what?

    DJ, Lord gimme that cut
    Bring that beat back
    That's what's up

    Feedback from truly
    Freed blacks
    Gotta think outta this
    Box of hard knocks

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    Lined 'em up at Fort Knox
    To die in Iraq
    You don't know I rock?
    What you under a rock?

    Old cats beggin' us to bring that beat back
    Each generation thinks
    The next one is wack
    Jump started in the daze of crack

    R&B Reagan, daddy Bush
    Way the hell on back
    Pray to god
    Feel like I got a church in myself

    Good god, uh, can't get no help
    I say again health care cutback
    Shit is wack
    Bring that beat back

    They say the youth don't matter
    And the old don't mind
    It takes a lotta spine
    To build all them young minds

    Some of us get ghetto at the wrong damn time
    Album what? We just makin' one at a time
    To save another brother whose life on the line
    A big shot to claim some rocks and shine

    Signs of a soul gone solo, robbed blind
    A very small part of half the worlds crime
    Runaway child blown by an old land mine
    Little ones workin' in diamond mines

    So cats can say what's hers and what's mine
    Diamonds is girls best friend
    So why's he cryin'?

    See when y'all hear it get near it
    And you recognize the lyrics
    You trained to refrain
    And you start to fear it

    Escapism
    Like today there ain't racism
    Obviously y'all ain't see
    Black folks on TV

    Judgment calls
    Made on behalf of you and me
    Or you and I
    Do or die

    I say an I for an I
    Dividin' line
    Got the poor people
    Payin' for crime

    Corporations gettin' paid off our jail time
    Now y'all can tell Russell
    Yes, I knock the hustle

    'Cause 2 million in lock down
    Under federal muscle
    Beyond the streets

    These kids is always watchin'
    Watching some of these jerks
    When they go berserk
    So I work

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    Composición: C. Ridenhour, A. Dubose y W. Drayton

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