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Public Enemy - Preachin' lyrics
[verse 1] 
 Celebrity the new drug 
 In america 
 Gotta have it 
 Gotta be it 
 So the young ones see it 
 Watch out now 
 Looka here now 
 In these get rich or die tryin times 
 Greed that i see 
 Got these cats 
 Whipped by tv 
 3 generations of fatherless women 
 We drownin instead of swimmin 
 This aint what yall asked for 
 Thats what they locked ya ass up for 
 And closed the door 
 Beyond these streets 
 These kids is always watchin 
 See it aint been the same 
 Since teen summitt left the game 
 Off the air, who cares? 
 Now kids get programmed 
 Ask their peoples 
 Who buy them almost everything the stars wear 
 People see , people do 
 See the new pied pipers 
 Got a hold on you 
 Back to the boogaloo 
 Get a shot 
 So you wont catch the flu 
 Dont get shot 
 And get a hole in you 
 [verse 2] 
 Im talkin advanced 
 But goin back at the same time 
 Rewind 
 So what, some of this song dont rhyme 
 Like i said 
 Most of us get ghetto at the wrong time 
 Fear 
 So leave a little room for god 
 Up in here 
 Back in the day 
 Even real pimps, hustlers, players 
 Told young cats 
 Cmon get their lives on track 
 These raps you hear today 
 Is a bad ass act Public Enemy - Preachin' - http://motolyrics.com/public-enemy/preachin-lyrics.html
 Im here to tell it 
 Like it ought to be 
 It aint no kids fault to me 
 35 year olds 
 Actin 16 
 Know what i mean 
 You dont work, mean you dont eat 
 You need more than a ball 
 And some bomb ass beats 
 New kicks on your feet 
 Need your mind in these time 
 To compete 
 Make your world complete 
 Sweet not sour 
 Thats what they really call fightin the power 
 [verse 3] 
 Here it is , no fable 
 I put it all on the table 
 Spendin my time 
 Identifyin whos behind 
 Some of these labels 
 Who profit off the spit 
 Some of the same way same cats 
 That owned them ships 
 Yes 
 Its a business 
 Butslavery was too 
 Prison industrial complex 
 New slavery lookin to own you 
 Ownin the labels , stations, jails and cemeteries 
 Thug life 
 Turnin hip hop into a one stop shop 
 Somebody behind 
 Makin up your own damn mind 
 Signed , sealed delivered 
 In a nigger package 
 So dumb you cant hear 
 The ignorance protected 
 By the backpacker 
 Who co signed the say so 
 Claimin they dig the flow 
 Filled wit jim crow 
 Return of the old negro 
 How you gonna say no to drugs 
 If you dont say no to thugs 
 See the government 
 Sweep it deep 
 Under the rug








