Public Enemy — Welcome to the Terrordome

[Intro: Samples] "Hey!" "This—" "This is a journey—" "—jour—" "—journey, through sound" "Would you join me, please, in welcome-in-ing—" "Hahahaha" [Verse 1] I got so much trouble on my mind Refuse to lose Here's your ticket; Hear the drummer get wicked The crew to you to push the back to Black attack So I sack and jack, then slapped the Mac Now I'm ready to mic it (You know I like it) huh Hear my favoritism roll "Oh" Never be a brother like, "Me go solo" Laser, anesthesia, maze ya Ways to blaze your brain and train ya The way I'm livin', forgiven, what I'm givin' up X on the flex, hit me now I don't know about later As for now, I know how to avoid the paranoid Man, I've had it up to here Yeah, I wear got 'em going in fear Rhetoric said and read just a bit ago Not quitting, though signed the hard rhymer Work to keep from getting jerked Checkin' some ways (Ways) To way back in the better days Raw metaphysically bold, never followed a code Still dropped a load Never question what I am, God knows, huh! 'Cause it's coming from the heart What I got, better get some Get on up, hustler of culture Snake bitten, been spit in the face, huh! But the rhymes keep fittin' Respect's been given, how's ya livin' Now I can't protect, a paid-off defect Check the record and reckon an intentional wreck Played, off as some intellect Made the call, took the fall, broke the laws Not my fault that they're fallin' off Known as fair and square throughout my years So I growl at the livin' foul Black to the bone, my home is your home But welcome to the Terrordome [Interlude] Come on down, get down Come on, you can get it, get it, get it Come on down, get down Come on, you can get it, get it, get it Come on down, get down Come on, you can get it, get it, get it Come on down, get down Come on, you can get it, get it, get it "Would you join me please in welcome-in-ing..." [Ad-lib: Flavor Flav] So long now, have a good trip! Yo, yo, who put this thing together, huh? Me! Me, that's who! Who I trust? Who I trust? Me, that's who! Yo, who you trust, man? [Verse 2] Subordinate terror, kickin' off an era Cold deliverin' pain My '98 was '87 on a record, yo So now I go Bronco (Oh Chuck, they out to get us, man! Oh-oh-oh oh-oh-oh Chuck, they out to get us, man! Yo, we gotta dust these boys off!) Crucifixion ain't no fiction So-called chosen frozen Apology made to whoever pleases Still they got me like Jesus I rather sing, bring, think, reminisce 'Bout a brother while I'm in sync Every brother ain't a brother 'cause a color Just as well could be undercover Backstabbed, grabbed a flag from the back of the lab Told a Rab get off the rag Sad to say, I got sold down the river Still some quiver when I deliver Never to say I never knew or had a clue Word was Herb, plus hard on the boulevard Lies, scandalizin', basin' Traits of hate, who's celebratin' with Satan? I rope-a-dope the evil with righteous, bobbin' and weavin' And let the good get even C'mon down (C'mon!) But welcome to the Terrordome [Verse 3] Caught in the race against time, the pit and the pendulum Check the rhythm and rhymes while I'm bending 'em Snakes blowing up the lines of design (Would you join me please in welcome-in-ing...) Trying to blind the science I'm sending 'em How to fight the power, cannot run and hide But it shouldn't be suicide In a game, a fool without the rules Got a hell of a nerve to just criticize Every brother ain't a brother 'Cause a black hand squeezed on Malcolm X the man The shooting of Huey Newton From a hand of a Nig who pulled the trig [Verse 4] It's weak to speak and blame somebody else When you destroy yourself First, nothin' worse Than a mother's pain of a son slain in Bensonhurst Can't wait for the state to decide the fate So this jam I dedicate Places with the racist faces Example, one of many places Greek, week-end, speech, I speak From a lesson, learned in Virginia I don't smile in the line of fire, I go wildin' But it's on bass and drums, even violins Whatcha do, getcha head ready Instead of getting physically sweaty When I get mad, I put it down on a pad, huh! Give ya something that ya never had Controllin', fear of high rollin' God bless your soul and keep livin' Never allowed, kickin' it loud Droppin' a bomb, brain game, intellectual Vietnam Move as a team, never move alone But welcome to the Terrordome