Public Enemy - Lsd lyrics

Told ya buffalo soldier Fell to the ground like folgers Couldn't hold the boulder Fancy dancer paralyzed for an answer In the hip hop game but the rap got cancer Tumors poppin from the middle of rumors Generation x be the end of baby boomers Is the next generation headed for doom Control the soul and you got a got a Truck fulla fertilizer blowin up the spot Think it's terrorism the border line's hot Check the pa**ports tap the telephone Surprise they home grown And one of your f**in own It's dat same ol sh** - dat same ol game From that same ol gang up to that same ol thing Now what i see say you know me I pour a metaphor of lsd I don't know what yall thinkin about But if you know like i know You better strap on your seatbelt Cause you in for a long ride Now i be damn i been a man Figure i never call myself a n******g To get benjamans What's love got to do wit what you got Not a whole lot / no forgot oh this sh** is hot Spendin all the cheddar for clothes Wit a sign foreclosed on the front mud Lost in dominoes Now the heads tell tales How the dead bled and fled Now they livin up in the bed Instead they seize us like jesus Married to the mob did a sloppy job in hempstead Lord had mercy wanna curse me New world order got my a** drownin in the water Now what you stuck to the west That funk to the east is phat Atl be krunk dirty south Thirty thou crankin trunks Try to pa** the test but to the rest they flunk Now what be indebted Better get over it Those times and raps ain't never comin back No future without a pa** i kick a** Rock the sox offa pandora's box Is itany wonder why the clocks flavor got Between rehearsin a verse my jaw lox I set the bomb between the r & b scene Go against the grain run up on the train And so i parallel the brains of cobain As hip hop brain made em spill the champagne Make it plain the sound remains insane Come the same no holes closin up the lane Don't ask no questions on the simple level Can the magic get shaq back Knicks get van exel Bold rap lyrics f** whatcha heard Not no lost and found nouns or half a** words Turnaround funk power moves ruffs I ain't never been cuckoo for no coco puffs Lsd, set it free make em see the tricks Rather try at 37 than die at 26 Lawyers no loyalties accountants no royalties Lie for a lie i look em in the eye History speaking lawyers should die Kissed the companies and made them all cry A new rap song and a real drive by Why o why did the video die The narcs and the feds got the pimp n***as fraid Threat of the aids got the b**hes afraid The god damn white man got you afraid Social service got your mama afraid Scared of the fact before a n***as black Some of you say n***a before you say crack You got no back is what you lack Just say black and i'll see where your a** is at