Give The People Lyrics by Epmd

Give The People Lyrics

    Chorus: *sung hook from an r&b record*

    Got to give the people
    Give the people what they want
    Ladies and gentlemen
    (repeat 2x)

    Verse one: erick sermon

    When i came out with my first rap jam
    I had no idea that the record would slam
    It did real good without radio play
    Maybe at night but no airplay in the day
    I couldn't understand why to be exact
    Our music was good and i was far from wack
    Then came the answer, commercial was the key
    To get airplay and a spot on tv
    Like ed lover and doctor dre from yo! mtv raps
    A show, mainly for the black
    And still we can't ill, cause to them that's wrong
    Cause like p.e. said, we're too black and too strong
    But hey, what can i say
    (brothers and sisters) that's a price a rapper must pay

    Chorus

    Verse two: pmd

    As airwaves collapse rap shows at a standstill
    Some racial circuits the frequencies can't handle
    The funk tracks produced by epmd
    But it's a fat jam, that will never win a grammy
    Unless we sellout and kill the black movement dead
    Which means swallow our pride and become flunkies instead
    And stop the rap about freedom, thoughts of a black president
    And rap about a black crack, the mayor in our residence
    Give me a break brothers, it's time to take a stand
    And kill that no sir, yes sir, and thank you ma'am
    Cuz the word is a luxury a black man can't afford
    That's why poverty's on the rise and we still ignored
    And it's a setback and yet the clock still ticks
    And if we let it, rap would be run by politics
    I read it somewhere that every man's created equal
    But not in this day and age, maybe in the sequel
    Which means next time, so observe these rhymes
    And take a stand and go for yours cause i'm going for mine
    That's why i

    Chorus

    Verse three: erick sermon, pmd

    Why is that when wrong is done by the black
    It's blown out of proportion and immediately attacked
    By the press and yes, conflict is caused
    By the kids at concerts who bumrush the doors
    One child gets hurt, the press gets pesty
    But what about the beatles, g, and elvis presley
    Same stuff was rough, rap does not cause violence
    So (fight the power) and make them understand
    But too much power and you might get banned
    So if you want airplay
    You can't be too black and hey, watch what you say, but ayo

    Chorus: to fade

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