what The who, the when, the why, the what A fool believes in me What a fool believes What a fool believes What a fool believes What a fool believes
Bản dịch: Public Enemy. What A Fool Believes.
, we're Public Enemy #1 in New York Public Enemy #1 in Chicago Public Enemy #1 in Detroit Public Enemy #1 in Oakland Public Enemy #1 in Baltimore Public Enemy
politics Why wouldnt i? Says negro on my birth certificate Born in 1960 in a nation Throughout / ive been a spokesperson For a generation Within the same ol fear of a
of muthafucka to eat a lotta celery Your cd was butter-soft - what you tellin me? A bunch of 'n sync type of fans hyped you up like bill bellamy A
arrest Whatta you expect, findin' what ya never forget Cause you're sellin wolf tickets that your ass can't pay What I display, skill last found in Cassius
with a nigga like me nigga I'm bossalini, they ain't know they better respect a nigga like me fool I ? ? ? ? ? videos doin shows representing my tru tattoos I've been a
a-y-t-o-n-a-v-e Chorus: repeat 4x D-o-to the p-e-d-a-y-t-o-n-a-v-e a killa (g, d-a-y-t-o-n killa) F-l-i-n-t don't wanna see another killer g (g's,
alumni // A wise man sees failure as progress // A fool divorces his knowledge and misses the logic // And loses his soul in the process obsessed with nonsense with a
here just bust a groove A fat lady soprano, loads my ammo Hear my jam with a funky piano Easy on the wall but hard on the panel A fool smokes Kools '
33 years without a beer or slow gin fizz Rather get frunk off Hearin rhymin wit biz Rhymamatician, rumpshaker Mindquaker Not a cracker or a quacker But a
't, don't believe, don't believe the hype Don't, don't believe, don't believe the hype Don't believe the hype, don't believe the hype Don't, don't believe the, don't believe
pigs for the devil The enemy knows, they're no fools Because everyone knows that hip-hop rules So we gotta get a grip and grab what's wrong The opposition
Type of muthafucka to eat a lotta celery Your CD was butter-soft - what you tellin me? A bunch of 'N Sync type of fans hyped you up like Bill Bellamy A
they see me, fear me I'm the epitome - a public enemy Used, abused without clues I refused to blow a fuse They even had it on the news Don't believe
been a long time Since the rhyme rode A rough road I'm riding rhymes & givin A dose of brotherland Never said I wasn't good at it Cause I'm a static
just bust a groove A fat lady soprano - loads my ammo Hear my jam - with a funky piano Easy on the wall but hard on the panel A fool smokes Kools
Whatta you expect, findin' what ya never forget Cause you're sellin wolf tickets that your ass can't pay What I display, skill last found in Cassius Clay