Public Enemy - I Stand Accused Lyrics
I See I`m Peeking Out Ready To Rumble
so Now I`m Speaking Out
against Those
that Flip The Way The Story Goes
one Never Knows
who Be Flippin The Script
whatever The Traitors Name
my Aim Is Dunk Em Like
i`m Chris Webber
so Many Phony Smilin Faces
traces Of Slander
got Em Comin Outta Funny Places
i Had It An Hear Em
talkin Loud Behind My Back
what Was Good For The Hood
is What They Say Is Wack
i Take The Stabbin & Grin
when I`m Hit
cause I Know The Suckas Smile
when I Leave Em
what I`m Comin Wit
i Cant Complain About The Money
although The Suckas In The Back
they Talkin Shit
an Laughin Like Its Somethin Funny
i Aim To Make Changes
an Never Change
unless Its For The Better
cause I Always Been A Go Better
clean Hustler
rhyme Instead Of Muscle Ya
born When Ya Thinkin I`m Gone
the Terror Era Is On...
i Stand Accused
to The Crews
i Paid My Dues
i Stand Accused
i Refuse
to Stand And Lose
i Stand Accused
to The News
i Kick Da Blues
i Stand Accussed
i Refuse
i Hear Em Talkin & Walkin
behind My Back I`m Attacked
fuck The Knife In The Back
cause It Feels Like They Got An Axe
yeah I Can Dig It Wit A Shovel
i Never Dig Dirt Wit The Devil
instead I`m On That Other Level
but I Took Time To Reach Down
to Help The Black & Brown
i Never Stood Around
i Hear Em Talkin Behind
my Mind
in A Ocean Of Sharks
and A Back Full A Hackmarks
they Say I`m Fallin Off
yeah, They Better Call It Off
& Get Muscle
& Find Another Hustle Quick
sick N Tired Of Critics
but I Can Take A Hit
i`m All Man
alley Oopin The Vocal On Jams
but They Dont Know It
they Can Blow It
& Take A Puff Of Dis Joint
i See I`m Kissin It Off The Cuff
behind The Back
i`m Pullin Axes And Blades Out The Arms & The Legs
still My Fellas Get Paid
the Terror Era Is On
fuck A Critic/fuck Fuck A Critic
all The Fuckin Critics
can Get The Did Dit
all A Fuckin Critic Does Is
draw A Fuckin Line
cross A Line And Dis My Rhyme
& Then They Ass Is Mine
if You Find A Critic Dead
remember What I Said
who Killed A Critic
guess The Crew Did It
say Paybacks A Crazy Ass Message
sent To The Writers Who Criticize
they`re Fuckin Wit Afreedom Fighter
who Raises Flags
& Dragged The Klan In Bodybags
i Hung Em Up In Missisippi & Bum Fuck
this Is Chuck So What The Hell
you Think I Did It For
to Open Doors From Carolina To Arkansas
and Lemme Let Em I Met Em
i Told My Boys Forget Em
an What They Did Got Rid Of Me
negative
but 94 Got Stunts & Blunts In Da Mix
i Hear The Crowd Fallin Vic
to Old Ghetto Tricks
but If I Wasn`t Your Cousin
wed Leave Em In The Dozens
of Sellin Out & Bellin Out
half Pint 40 Ounce
announce To The Rest
we Had A Fall Out
i Never Took A Drink
never Took A Hit Or Bribe
or Got Spread By What A Silly
rumor Said
never Sang Or Gang Banged
sold Out Or Rented Hip Hop
cause I Know When To Stop
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