# Public Enemy

      Bass in your face
    Not an eight track
    Gettin' it good to the wood
    So the people
    Give you some a dat
    Reactin' to the fax
    That I kick and it stick
    And it stay around
    Pointin' to the joint, put the Buddha down
    Goin', goin', gettin' to the roots
    Ain't givin' it up
    So turn me loose
    But then again I got a story
    That's harder than the hardcore
    Cost of the holocaust
    I'm talin' 'bout the 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, left us faded
    King and chief probably had a big beef
    Because of dat now I grit my teeth
    So here's a song to the strong
    'Bout a shake of a snake
    And the smile went along wit dat
    Can't truss it