I Stand Accused

作词:佚名

作曲:Carlton Ridenhour,Keith Shocklee,Harvey O. Moesant

所属专辑:Muse Sick-N-Hour Mess Age

歌词

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I Stand Accused - Public Enemy

Ridenhour - shocklee - harvey

I see Im peeking out ready to rumble

So now Im 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

Im 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 Im hit

Cause I know the suckas smile

When I leave em

What Im 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 Im 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 Im attacked

***** 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 Im 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 Im 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

Im 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 Im kissin it off the cuff

Behind the back

Im pullin axes and blades out the arms & the legs

Still my fellas get paid

The terror era is on

***** a critic/***** ***** a critic

All the *****in critics

Can get the did dit

All a *****in critic does is

Draw a *****in 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

Theyre *****in wit afreedom fighter

Who raises flags

& dragged the klan in bodybags

I hung em up in missisippi & bum *****

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 wasnt 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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