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Public Enemy Apocalypse 91 The Enemy Strikes Black

can't remember what day it was Say I'm yellin' is fact Genocide kickin' in yo back How many times have you seen A black fight a black After drinkin'

gang Info to flow And heal all below Let's go and find The piece of mind that's taken Or else the black Or start breakin' Public enemy no!

I didn't died right I didn't died right {This is Harry Allen hip hop activist and media assassin' With Flavor Flav, Oh what's the Flavor Flavor} Yo

of New York Flavor Flav known for his finesse talk Do it to ya for The Post to employ me New York Post can't destroy me Rapper of Public Enemy, rapstar

one still goin' on I know Where I'm from, not dum diddie dum From the base motherland The place of the drum Invaded by the wack diddie wack Fooled the black

: Yo! ho! yo niga! yo niga! no niga! Check it out How can you say to me yo my niga Cursin' up a storm with your finger on a trigger Feelin' all the

: I testified My mama cried Black people died When the other man lied See the TV, listen to me double trouble I overhaul and I'm comin' From the

remember what day it was Say I'm yellin' is fact Genocide kickin' in yo back How many times have you seen A black fight a black After drinkin' down

it off The black thing is a ride I call the nighttrain It rides the good and the bad We call the monkey trained Trained to attack the black it's true