Get It In Public Enemy (Ft. Freddie Foxxx)

[Intro]
Get it in
Gots to get it in
I got to get it in
Gots to get in
Got to get it in

[Verse 1: Chuck D]
Heavy mental, artist instrumental
Ghetto metal, I said it 'cause I don't settle
My pen's the ride, on the pad, the road
Y'all must've known this is the way I unwind and unload
Over beats, overload, mind explodes
Stress in this depression, new ghosts of Tom Joad
New dust bowl blues, back to fake jewels
So I drop jewels to inform the fooled
Clock tickin' three songs a day like its food
Carry on, I am that ramblin' man dude
Updated, I was born to deliver car songs
D still drives a Caddy, I'll mess with a Dord
Now songs are blood and songs are swords
Everybody should be able to afford
Home, food, and a job to work
We the people gettin' robbed by these corporate jerks
I wonder how they sleep at night
When the people hitchhiking the turnpike
Y'all know that ain't right, so I gotta get it in tonight
I gotta get it in tonight