Public Enemy — Night of the Living Baseheads

[Intro: Khalid Muhammad] "Have you forgotten that once we were brought here, we were robbed of our name, robbed of our language. We lost our religion, our culture, our God... And many of us, by the way we act, we even lost our minds" [Verse 1: Chuck D] Here it is, bam And you say "Goddamn, this is the dope jam" But let's define the term called dope And you think it mean funky now, no Here is a true tale While the ones that deal are the ones that fail (Yeah!) Yeah, you can move if you wanna move What it prove? It's here like the groove The problem is this, we gotta' fix it Check out the justice, and how they run it Selling, smelling, sniffing, riffing And brothers try to get swift and Sell their own, rob a home While some shrivel to bone Like comatose walking around Please don't confuse this with the sound I'm talking about [Scratching 1] "Bass! Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba" "Bass! Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba" (Yeah) "Bass! Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba [Segue 1] "One, two, three, four, five, six" "Kick it!" "Years ago" [Verse 2: Chuck D] I put this together to (rock) the bells of those that boost the dose Of lack a lack, and those that sell to Black Shame on a brother when he dealin' The same block where my 98 be wheelin' And everybody know, another kilo From a corner from a brother to keep another below Stop illin' and killing, stop grillin' Yo, Black, yo (We are willing!) Four, five o'clock in the mornin' Wait a minute y'all, the fiends are fiendin' Day to day, to day, they say no other way (Way, no way) This stuff is really bad (Fee-fi-fo) I'm talking 'bout [Scratching 2] "Bass! Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-" "Bass! Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba" "Bass! Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba" "Bass!" [Segue 2] "Hold, hold it! Listen" "We gon' get on down, now!" [Scratching 3] "How-how-how-how-how-how-how-how- How low can you go?" "How-how-how-how-how-how-how How low can you go?" "How-how-how-how-how-how How low can you go?" "How-how-how-how How-low-low-low How low can you go?" (Yo!) [Verse 3: Chuck D] (Listen!) I see it on their faces (First come, first serve basis) Standing on line, checking the time, homeboys playing the curb The same ones that used to do herb (Yo, Herb!) Now they're gone, passing it on Poison attack - the Black word bond (Word, word) My man Daddy-O once said to me He knew a brother who stayed all day in his Jeep And at night he went to sleep And in the morning, all he had was the sneakers on his feet The culprit used to jam and rock the mike Yo, he stripped the Jeep to fill his pipe And wander around to find a place Where they rocked to a different kind of Come on, y'all! [Segue 3] "Hold it now! Wait!" "Wait it! Wait!" "Yo, run it, Black!" [Ad-lib: Professor Griff] Succotash is a method for kids to make cash Selling drugs to the brother man instead of the other man [Segue 4] (Brothers and sisters!) I'm talkin' 'bout [Scratching 4] "Bass! Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-" "Bass! Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba- "Bass! Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba- "Bass! Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-" "Bass!"