[Intro: 13th Message by Chuck D]
Yo, what's up?!
This is the P.E.S.A. - Public Enemy Service Announcement
Cause I feel this is somethin' that we got to say
You see, they're tryin' to make Hardcore Rap disappear
Tryin' to make it final for the vinyl
Sayin' at this time for the wax to relax
Black Radio, yes, I said Black Radio
Is puttin' most of us to sleep in the 90s
With too many, I said too many, slow jams
And I wanna know where's the beats
For the mind and for the feet, not the songs that's puttin' me to sleep
You see, they're tryin' to make Hardcore Rap disappear
By makin' the Rap DJs obsolete, right Kenny Kane? "YOU KNOW IT G"
My man Kenny Kane from Tampra
By makin' the Rap DJs obsolete, while program and music directors gettin' rich
With kick backs and phoney seminars
Your Record companies out there throw rap on the wall
Still know very little about it
And figure what sticks it, and what don't, won't be it
And the government, awww yes, the government, they want Hardcore to vanish
ICE-T's COP KILLER wasn't even a Rap record
But you see, ICE-T is a rapper extraordinair
And here in America it don't matter
Rap is an synonymous with black
And even our own don't realize that Rap is even blacker than themselves
And to the whites who consider themselves an establishment
They feel Rap is the beginin' of cultural overthrow
In their vary own households, between themselves and their kids
Oh oh, and the president, the good old president
Yo, president, wanna see Hardcore go ghost
CUBE is a soldier approved that it raises the roof, with the truth
And the NEW WORLD ORDER, wants to see the Hardcore go the way of the Dinosaur
A sticker here, a sticker there
And now we wear the sticker like a padge, now what?
Some wanna see us sing, because when you sing you can't get to the point quick enough
In the Hardcore points as sharp and blow the whole joint up
Others wanna see the Hardcore dance, and dancin' is enovlved
But not when the problem gotta get solved
Insurance companies and avenues and buildings and cities
They treat us like thieves, but let me tell you; I'm not a thief
Just because I spell relief; H-A-R-D Row to the Core will never die
If it ain't us, it's somebody else they wanna kill
HardCore will never die
Hard is not a matter of skills but a battle of wills
Remember that!!
Yo, what's up?!
This is the P.E.S.A. - Public Enemy Service Announcement
Cause I feel this is somethin' that we got to say
You see, they're tryin' to make Hardcore Rap disappear
Tryin' to make it final for the vinyl
Sayin' at this time for the wax to relax
Black Radio, yes, I said Black Radio
Is puttin' most of us to sleep in the 90s
With too many, I said too many, slow jams
And I wanna know where's the beats
For the mind and for the feet, not the songs that's puttin' me to sleep
You see, they're tryin' to make Hardcore Rap disappear
By makin' the Rap DJs obsolete, right Kenny Kane? "YOU KNOW IT G"
My man Kenny Kane from Tampra
By makin' the Rap DJs obsolete, while program and music directors gettin' rich
With kick backs and phoney seminars
Your Record companies out there throw rap on the wall
Still know very little about it
And figure what sticks it, and what don't, won't be it
And the government, awww yes, the government, they want Hardcore to vanish
ICE-T's COP KILLER wasn't even a Rap record
But you see, ICE-T is a rapper extraordinair
And here in America it don't matter
Rap is an synonymous with black
And even our own don't realize that Rap is even blacker than themselves
And to the whites who consider themselves an establishment
They feel Rap is the beginin' of cultural overthrow
In their vary own households, between themselves and their kids
Oh oh, and the president, the good old president
Yo, president, wanna see Hardcore go ghost
CUBE is a soldier approved that it raises the roof, with the truth
And the NEW WORLD ORDER, wants to see the Hardcore go the way of the Dinosaur
A sticker here, a sticker there
And now we wear the sticker like a padge, now what?
Some wanna see us sing, because when you sing you can't get to the point quick enough
In the Hardcore points as sharp and blow the whole joint up
Others wanna see the Hardcore dance, and dancin' is enovlved
But not when the problem gotta get solved
Insurance companies and avenues and buildings and cities
They treat us like thieves, but let me tell you; I'm not a thief
Just because I spell relief; H-A-R-D Row to the Core will never die
If it ain't us, it's somebody else they wanna kill
HardCore will never die
Hard is not a matter of skills but a battle of wills
Remember that!!
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