Public Enemy - Crayola Lyrics
Stax of wax 55 high fulla tracksNew cats jackin beats from way backPay for play only way to get them platinum plaquesClear the racks jobbers slobbin you for taxRobbery a&r snobberyShit is killin me softly wit that same damn songMakin folk dumber in the summerA bummer when they shot willie in that hummerKeep it simple stupid means numbersPayola dough white owned black radioRunnin on empty help go the desperadoSo I bomb the toms and negros who pray to cash flowNo info to the masses as they shake their assesNo clue but I cant get my shit up in to youCrayola with that same same ol shitCrayola with that played playa shitCrayola with that kid crayon shitCrayola with them ol spray on hitsAll *****ed up ways must fallNow the industry cant stop meA vendetta to make the whole game betterThey get the cheddarAll I got is a *****in letterWhat I owe? what am iAnother number and a ho, they dont knowTime to see em go like dominoesAbout time cause they endorsed the crime up in the rhymeGot these new souls controlled goin outta their mindMissed what I said cause they dont even own their own headsGo one go all I forgot they made robots outta some of yallToday all *****ed up ways must fallToday is up against the wallMisled in the head *****ed by quiet storms and love songsNoddin heads too hollow forgotten tomorrowSwallowing all that shit thats shallowGive the baby anything the baby wantsBut thats how them bastards get us up in them casketsTry to get me where they want meBefore some of them jump meGo tell em Im a start a rebellionEducate the felons easy on yeahTell em what the ***** am I yellinNo tellin you got them artists and artificialsIf it aint right I dont give a damn if its sellinRecruits chasin and racin for that lootUsin usual drum loops so I salute my troopsI dont socialize or mingle, ***** the promotionalsAnd you know what and that g-damn singleAnd the marketing team for that matterIt dont matterDjs gettin dimes for time on a platterI aint gotta be high to jack so I hijackFm - radio - eff em turn it around mutha*****aGods to niggas, queens to *****esRace against time see em all runnin for the richesEverything had its chance last danceSome things change like them weather forecastsHa funny how shit dont lastCrayola with that same same ol shitCrayola with that played playa shitCrayola with that kid crayon shitCrayola with them ol spray on hits
