Public Enemy — They Used to Call it Dope

[Verse: Chuck D] Little piece of my heart like Janis, no Joplin But pure hip-hoppin' as they try to ban us Crazy flight time, no jacket or ticket Wilson Picket had soul fat tracks so the rappers could kick it Alan freed the waves as much as Lincoln freed the slaves It's here I bleed, and some bled until dead I got the rhythm from this headbanger who used to fly high And now he's just hangin' in the hanger Hanging around home-less In a city of no hope, I can't cope And just to think, see, they used to call it dope