Can't Truss It - Public Enemy ( Lyrics )

Track 04 from Apocalypse 91... The Enemy Strikes Black (1991 - Def Jam/Columbia) #publicenemy #hiphop #rap #eastcoastrap #goldenage #hardcorerap #politicalrap

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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
Kickin' wicked rhymes
Like a fortune teller
'Cause the wickedness done by Jack
Where everybody at
Divided and sold
For liquor and the gold
Smacked in the back
For the other man to mack
Now the story that I'm kickin' is gory
Little Rock where they be
Dockin' this boat
No hope I'm shackled
Plus gang tackled
By the other hand swingin' the rope
Wearin' red, white and blue Jack and his crew
The guy's authorized beat down for the brown
Man to the man, each one so it teach one
Born to terrorize sisters and every brother
One love who said it
I know Whodini sang it
But the hater taught hate
That's why we gang bang it
Beware of the hand
When it's comin' from the left
I ain't trippin' just watch ya step
Can't truss it
An I judge everyone, one by the one
Look here come the judge
Watch it here he come now
I can only guess what's happ'nin'
Years ago he woulda been
The ships captain
Gettin' me bruised on a cruise
What I got to lose, lost all contact
Got me layin' on my back
Rollin' in my own leftover
When I roll over, I roll over in somebody else's
90 Fuckin' days on a slave ship
Count 'em fallin' off 2, 3, 4 hun'ed at a time
Blood in the wood and it's mine
I'm chokin' on spit feelin' pain
Like my brain bein' chained
Still gotta give it what I got
But it's hot in the day, cold in the night
But I thrive to survive, I pray to god to stay alive
Attitude boils up inside
And that ain't it (think I'll every quit)
Still I pray to get my hands 'round
The neck of the man wit' the whip
3 months pass, they brand a label on my ass
To signify
Owned
I'm on the microphone
Sayin' 1555
How I'm livin'
We been livin' here
Livin' ain't the word
I been givin'
Haven't got
Classify us in the have-nots
Fightin' haves
'Cause it's all about money
When it comes to Armageddon
Mean I'm getting mine
Here I am turn it over Sam
427 to the year
Do you understand
That's why it's hard
For the black to love the land
Once again
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

It started with slave ships...

Slave ships...

There are more records of slave ships than one would dream.

It seems inconceivable

until you reflect that for 200 years ships sailed carrying cargo of slaves

be non... be non... be nonviolent...

in the face of the violence that we've been experiencing for the past 400 years

is actually doing our people a disservice

in fact, it's a crime. it's a crime.

(Confusion!) Here come the drums

Alright Alright

Yeah, yeah

Alright alright (Confusion!) Here come the drums

Alright, alright, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Alright, alright

Bass in your face, not an eight track
gettin' it good to the wood

So the people give you some of that reactin' to the facts

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

Then again I got a story that's harder than the hardcore cost of the holocaust
I'm talkin' '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

And fooled the black, and left us faded

King and chief, probably had a big beef

Because of that now I grit my teeth

So here's a song to the strong

'Bout the shake of the snake and the smile went along with that

Can't truss it

You can't truss it

You can't truss it

You can't truss it

You can't truss it (Here we go)

Kickin' wicked rhymes like a fortune teller

Cause the wickedness done by Jack
where everybody at divided and sold

For liquor and the gold

Smacked in the back for the other man to mack

What?

Wicked, wicked man

Get back, step back, kick it man

Now the story that I'm kickin' is gory

Little Rock where they be dockin' this boat

No hope, I'm shackled, oh plus, gang tackled
by the other hand swingin' the rope

Wearin' red, white and blue, Jack and his crew

The guy's authorized to beat down for the brown

Man to the man, each one, so I teach one

Born to terrorize sisters and every brother
one love who said it, I know Whodini sang it

The hater taught hate that's why we gang bang it

Beware of the hand when it's comin' from the left

I ain't trippin, just watch your step

Can't truss it

Can't truss it

Can't truss it

Can't truss it

Can't truss it, can't truss it

Can't truss it, can't truss it

Can't truss it

And I'll judge everyone, one by the one

Look here come the judge, watch it here he come now

(Don't sentence me judge, I ain't did nothin' to nobody)

I can only guess what's happenin'

Years ago he woulda been the ship's captain

Gettin' me bruised on a cruise, what I got to lose

Lost all contact, got me layin' on my back

Ugh, rollin' in my own leftover

When I roll over, I roll over on somebody else's

90 damn days on a slave ship

Count them fallin' off 1, 2, 3, 4 hundred at a time

Blood in the wood and it's mine

I'm chokin' on spit, feelin' pain

Like my brain bein' chained

Still gotta give it what I got

It's hot in the day, it's cold in the night

But I thrive to survive, I pray to God to stay alive

My attitude boils inside

And that ain't it, you think I'll ever quit

Still I plan to get my hands around the neck of the man with the whip

3 months passed, they brand a label on my ass

To signify our owned, I'm on the microphone

Sayin' 1555, how I'm livin'

We been livin' here, livin' ain't the word, I been givin'

Haven't got, classify us in the have-nots

Fightin' haves cause it's all about money "damn"

When it comes to Armageddon mean I'm getting mine

Here I am turn it over Sam

427 to the year, do you understand

That's why it's hard for the black to love the land

Once again, bass in your face, not an eight track

Gettin' it good to the wood

So the people give you some of that reactin' to the facts

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

Then again I got a story that's harder than the hardcore

Cost of the holocaust, I'm talkin' '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

And fooled the black, and left us faded

King and chief probably had a big beef

Because of that now I grit my teeth

So here's a song to the strong

'Bout the shake of the snake and the smile went along with that

Can't truss it
(Watch your step, boy!)

Can't truss it
(Watch your step)

You can't truss it

You can't truss it

You can't truss it
(Here come the drums)

You can't truss it

You can't truss it
(Watch it, here he come now)
(Know what I'm sayin'?)

You can't truss it
(C'mon!)
(Watch it, here he come now)

You can't truss it
(Public Enemy)

You can't truss it
(Watch your step!)

You can't truss it

You can't truss it
(Watch your step, boy!)

You can't truss it

You can't truss it

You can't truss it

You can't truss it

You can't truss it

You can't truss it

You can't truss it

You can't truss it

You can't truss it

You can't truss it