Yo yo whassup Ice man, you look upset brother   Yo man, I got a lot of things on my mind man   But I don't know if I should put it on this record   Yaknahmsayin'?      Man go ahead and kick it man   Let the people know what's happenin' man   You know brothers out there sellin' out man   Why they goin' out like that man?   Yo, sellin' out like it ain't nothin' man   I ain't with it      Dig it, I'm just a brother from L.A.   South Central, I live life the fly way   Used to bang and hustle but I traded for the big game   Infamy got dumped for fame      Now I'm known and respect as creator of the crime rhyme   But my lyrics are deeper   Because I'm the one that makes you think before make a move   I wrote 'Pusher', 'High rollers', and 'Colors' just to prove      That I could kick game, and drop knowledge at the same time   But one L.A. station wouldn't play my records one time   I'm tryin' to save my community   But these bourgeoisie blacks keep on doggin' me      They don't care about violence, drugs and gangs   K J L H, you ain't about nuttin'   You just a bunch of punk bourgeoisie black suckers   And this one's for me      You won't play no Public Enemy   You ain't playin' no Boogie Down Productions   You ain't tryin' to represent the black community   You just carin' about your little ol' R&B bull      You play all day and night   I represent Los Angeles all over the United States   And you ain't did nothin' for me   Think about it      Hold up, I ain't finished on the diss tip   There's a few more punks that I got to rip   All you chump MC's who sell out quick   When P.E. was on the top, you rode the tip      But now they got problems and you suckers run   Who's Chuck's real friends, does he really have one?   You yell P.E. this, P.E. that   Fist in the air, proud to be black      Now they got static and you run like punks   I haven't heard an MC stand up for him once   Maybe you suckers are just hopin' that they fall off   So you can fill their shoes, nope sorry boss      That's what the matter with black people anyway   We ain't down with nothin', I don't care what you say   Yell or lie, don't even bother   How low will a brother go for a dollar?      Public Enemy broke a new rap age   And now you rappers ain't got nothin to say?   Yo it's their problem, Griff shouldn'ta said it   E where's my pistol? Yo I'll go get it      'Cause it's time for me to enforce some discipline   Are you down or not, are you out or in?   Chuck Flav and Griff are my true friends   I got their backs if it means my career ends      All you so-called down MC's with Public Enemy   I ain't heard nobody out there, tryin' to help my man out   YouknowhatI'msayin'? Griff is my man, I don't care what he said   YouknowhatI'msayin'? And I ain't gon' let them go out like that   YouknowhatI'msayin'? Chuck, Ice got your back   Anybody out there got problems with Public Enemy, come talk to me      Once again, I'm back in the diss mode   I gotta speak my mind, it's time to unload   On this so-called government we've got   If I lied like them, I think I'd get shot      They sell drugs to kids and say it's us   And when the cops are crooks, who can you trust?   You only see young brothers in a drug bust   Ashes to ashes, and dust to dust      My homey got a year for an ounce of weed   While Bush sells weapons to the enemy   You gotta be stone blind not to see   Our government is honest, nigga, please      Cocaine can't be made in the United States   Kickin' facts like this our government hates   The young kids on the streets ain't the enemy   They're just ghetto youth after money      They sell drugs, but who sells drugs to them?   Try the C.I.A. my friend   Or the F.B.I. or even Bush   Somebody's gettin' rich, damn sure ain't us      We're just killin' ourselves while others laugh   Look at the street, it's a cocaine bloodbath   We gotta realize dope is pure death   Mess with drugs, you're breathin' your last breath   Sellin' drugs is straight up genocide   They're gonna laugh, while we all die      Sittin' up there thinkin' you're makin' that money   Hustlin' and all that, you're killin' your brothers   YouknowhatI'msayin'?   You just stupid, straight up stupid      Puttin' dope into your body, c'mon, youknowhatI'msayin'?   You gotta get somethin' goin' out there   Get some brains, youknowhatI'msayin'?   We are just playin' ourselves cold out of the pocket      This one's for me, I make records for you   But this cut I straight out had to do   There's topics in my mind I have to break   'Cause so many of you out there are so damn fake      If ya ain't know they're no-one, cutthroats   Back stabbers, scheamin' for banknotes   And all of you out there know what I'm talkin' 'bout   If you claim you're down then never sell-out      Never sell out, youknowhatI'msayin'?   You gotta stay down for yours   You know I want it, sure as I'm Ice-T   I make records for you, but this one's for me      You know what I'm talkin' 'bout out there   There's ways to sell out left and right   But you ain't got to do that   There's thing's more important than money      I'm talkin' 'bout pride, I'm talkin' 'bout dignity   You got it out there   All you got to do is stand on your own two feet   Don't go out like no sucker   Stay down, youknowhatI'msayin'? Peace