[Intro: Chuck D]   Watch the door, Chuck D, Public Enemy   Paris, Guerilla Funk, Rebirth of a Nation 2006   Everybody needs somebody to watch the door as it's goin on   Securin you - who's securin what?!   Watch the door      [Chuck D]   Now I'm down to do your thing if your thing's the right thing   P.E. ain't tryin to hear no fat lady sing (naw)   Don't get it twisted cause we still love the music in the past   Through the years see them use it then abuse it   Some of these cats ain't sat down, washed their hands   and say to the grace to the game, so they're a disgrace to the race   Dig it, P-Dog we be diggin them party joints   Beats for everybody joints   Takin care and persevere I'm makin my point   Message around the world, rap be's for the poor   You on the floor, we at the door   Rob the rich, give to the poor      [Chorus: x2]   Rob the rich, give to the poor   Give back to get back cause we watch the door      [Chuck D]   Cause it's about to go down these cowboys have jumped the corral   Survival yeah we got the nerve to serve   Like a hip-hop bible, don't libel   Guerilla Funk, they got the title   The late great, no need to donate dollars   I don't care if they poppin collars and holla's   Who can't think between drinks, Chuck D I'm the driver   Hard act to follow, I think for tomorrow   Remix of old P.E. hits, I ain't up against it   If it was up to me I'd give it all away (yeah)   Anyway, uploads for my people to download   Shit so hot, iPods explode   One at a time baby, for your mind baby   Uhh, to keep your soul in control baby   Not crazy this party's for everybody   You on the floor, and I be watchin the door      [Chorus x2]      [samples: some scratched]   "You sold us out!"   "They don't pay you enough to do that boy"   "You sold us out!"   "Some things you don't sell"   "You sold us out!"   "They don't pay you enough to do that boy"   "You sold us out!"   "Too much, get away from stuff like that"      [Chuck D]   Multiply, do not divide   Think globally, act locally   Passport, showin no support   Makin World War III, lookin like a sport   Human race, in the only place   we know as Earth, right in our face   And the firebombs, and the toxic waste   Will leave this world without a trace   And we don't want no other war   Too late the feds done closed the door   And we the peeps get spoken for   The people want peace but the people get a quota   Got the cure, high price for sure   Fix the rich, and damn the poor   Laptops, shoes, off says the law   Make love, fuck the war      [Chorus x2: fades out]      [Chuck D - continues to fade]   You're damn right!   Public Enemy, Rebirth of a Nation   Paris, Guerilla Funk   2006 for yo' bad ass   Yeah, somebody gotta watch the damn door!