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Song title: Public Enemy - Bedlam 13: 13

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Ridenhour - walford

Huffed and he puffed
Huffed and he puffed
Blew tha house down
Now how dat sound
Never no never
Give up gotta gotta live up
To my name
Triple double in da rap game

Cause I aint goin niggatronic
Smart e nuff to know I aint bionic
Wit my main man harry
Not connick
Rather rap my black as of
Getcha hooked on phonics

Good e nuff to know no endo
Thru it out tha window
Along wit tha super nintendo

Im a strict daddy
Got dat right
God damn right
But have a good time/dyn-o-mite
Its just that I dont talk
That same ol crap (shit)
Cause papa got a brand new
Bag fulla rap (hitz)

The world dont work no more no more
The world wont work no more
Aint gonna woek no more no more

Verse ii

My main knick knack paddy wack
Cmon & give a damn
Confrontational man
Iz what I am
Iz what I am
Im tearin down da house that jack built
Cause he killt whoever he wanted & hunted
And tax the backs of the environment macks
Who plan in da silence of the skams
A world dat wont work
No more/no more

Mother earth gets treated like a whore
And he doeth great wonders
So that he maketh fire come
Down from heaven on the earth
In sight of men

Toms to the left of me
Bombin to the right
World good night
He got destruction
In his appetite

On a platter a planet
To him it doesnt matter
3-2 at the plate
Up go the greedy batter

Environmental alarm
To all not some
Good god
Cause we dont get two of em

I was told that oil & water dont mix
But the new world order
Got a disorder
& so I diss
Cuss my disgust
If I must
One earth is da birth outta all of us
And so I diss
After the math
Disaster wit a european autograph

Gonna be bedlam
If he spread em
Da trigga is cocked
Nowhere to flock

Ii.

Gonna be bedlam
If he spread em
Pass da word
F what you heard

Iii.

Gonna be bedlam
If he spread em
Glock is cocked
Now drop da props
Gonna be bedlam
If we spread em
The day the whole world couldnt do it

Repent
Oh no!
Check the preacher what he spent
One way ticket to God to fix scars
Woman & man runnin the land sea & air poor
Do we all go the way of the dinosaur? or
To hell & back attack
The new clear fog got us sniffin like
Atomic dogs
Pocket fulla pimp daddy moves
Put a code on a can
Whatta hell of a man, shootin
Trigga pollution, planet prostitution
Uprootin da third
We go to the way of the bird
Cant do whatcha want to da place
Dont waste my place
Where you from?
We only got one