Public Enemy Can’t Truss It

The Public Enemy’s account of the slave trade, this country’s worst crime.

Bass in your face Not an eight track getting’ it good to the wood so the people Give you some a dat reactin’ to the fax that I kick and it stick And it stay around Pointin’ to the joint, put the Budda down Goin’, goin’, gettin’ to the roots Ain’t givin’ it up So turn me loose But then again I got a story That’s harder than the hard-core Cost of the Holocaust I’m talkin’ about the one still goin’ on I know Where I’m from , not dum-diddie-dum From the base motherland The place of the drum Invaded by the whacked diddie whacked Fooled the black, left us faded King and Chief probably had a big beef Because of dat now I grit my teeth So here’s a song to the strong ‘Bout a shake of a snake And the smile went along wit dat Can’t truss it

Kickin’ wicked rhymes Like a fortune teller Cause the wickedness done by Jack Where everybody at Divided and sold For liquor and the gold Smacked in the back For the other man to mack Now the story that I’m kickin’ is gory Little Rock where they be Dockin’ this boat No hope I’m shackled Plus gang tackled By the other hand swingin’ the rope Wearin’ red, white and blue Jack and his crew The guy’s authorized beat down for the brown Man to the man, each one so it teach one Born to terrorize sisters and every brother One love who said it I know Whodini sang it But the hater taught hate that’s why we gang bang it Beware of the hand when it’s coming from the left I ain’t trippin just watch ya step Can’t truss it

Gettin’ me bruised on the cruise What I got to lose, lost all contact Got me laying on my back Rolling in my own leftover When I roll over, I roll over in somebody else’s 90 F-kin days on a slave ship Count’ em fallin’ off two, three, fo’ hun’ed at a time Blood in the wood and it’s mine I’m chokin’ on spit feeling pain Like my brain bein’ chained Still gotta give it what I got But it’s hot in the day, cold in the night But I thrive to survive, I pray to God to stay alive Attitude boils up inside And that ain’t it (think I’ll never quit) Still I pray to get my hands ’round The neck of the man wit the whip 3 months pass, they brand a label on my ass

To signify Owned I’m on the microphone Sayin’ 1555 How I’m livin’ We been livin’ here Livin’ ain’t the word I been givin’ Haven’t got Classify us in the have-nots Fightin’ haves ‘Cause it’s all about money When it comes Armageddon Mean I’m gettin’ mine Here I am turn it over Sam 427 to the year Do you understand That’s why it’s hard Fore the black to love the land Once again Bass in your face