Letra Autobiography Of Mistachuck de Public Enemy original

MISTACHUCK

VERSE I
To all the criticsthat had me counted outand to all the cynicsI fought & Thoughtthey had me figured outwho opened doors on 32 toursfrom last year’s GIVE IT UP go’inback to YOU’RE GONNA GET YOURS38 countries in the name of hip hopnever stopped7 Continentsattackin governmentspolitical rhyme practiceI gave cause you lack thisserious sense of timeand world geographicsbring ya brain outside phillyeast to westnorth to southif you’re black we can’t all beBig Willieand to be judged by a hitby some counterfeit clickthat’s some bell curve shitcause I’m cool like thisnow how I get my swerve onI keep hittin nerve bombsrelax the saluting arms carry on carry onmy record speaks for itselfnever stopped the hip hopand I never jumped backwardsor kissed myself

Verse II
Can’t win without beginning itheed the word of the brotherand the voice that got muscles in itnow Im’ma show you a wasteis a terrible thing to mindrhymes without educationequals butter from the gutterall this talk about the streetwe stay in & playin is a fishtankcreated by the hated you thankyou say ho humanother story to bore meMaria take a lettertell Mayorhave a freeknik in Mariettahere comes the halfstepperhypocrites and advocateswho carebut be crashin like US Airthe last Bohemian but you’ll never see me intoxicatedby bones in drug zones I hate itone on one black CNNkeep it from bein in the cartoon networkthe rhymes can hurt as well as do work4th quarter got you lookin for the lootblack race down to the run & shootdown 50 cents to the crackerso for all y’all getz blacker

Verse III
I don’t care for Range Roverscause to methe price is too highand I feel em gettin overLand CruisersIssuzus or new shoesman dem notes is heavythat’s why I got a couple Chevieslow budget I am believe mewhen I speak itLimousine ain’t shit unlessthey let me keep itI duck the cakewalkand all dat talkabout what’s fatterWest coast north south or New Yorkit don’t matter