Lsd Lyrics by 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 passports tap the telephone
    Surprise they home grown
    And one of your fuckin own
    It's dat same ol shit - 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 nigger
    To get benjamans
    What's love got to do wit what you got
    Not a whole lot / no forgot oh this shit 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 ass 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 pass 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 pass i kick ass
    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 fuck whatcha heard
    Not no lost and found nouns or half ass 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 niggas fraid
    Threat of the aids got the bitches afraid
    The god damn white man got you afraid
    Social service got your mama afraid
    Scared of the fact before a niggas black
    Some of you say nigga before you say crack
    You got no back is what you lack
    Just say black and i'll see where your ass is at

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