Public Enemy - Bedlam 13:13 lyrics

Huffed and he puffed

Blew tha house down

Now how dat sound

Never no never

Give up gotta gotta live up

To my name

Triple double in da rap game

Cause I ain't goin niggatronic

Smart e nuff to know I ain't bionic

Wit my main man Harry

Not Connick

Rather rap my black as of

Getcha hooked on phonics

Good e nuff to know no endo

Thru it out tha window

Along wit tha Super Nintendo

I'm a strict daddy

Got dat right

God damn right

But have a good time/Dyn-o-mite

Its just that I don't talk

That same ol crap (shit)

Cause papa got a brand new

Bag fulla rap (hitz)

The world don't work no more no more

The world wont work no more

Ain't gonna woek no more no more

Verse II

My main knick knack paddy wack

C'mon & give a damn

Confrontational man

Iz what I am

Iz what I am

I'm tearin down da house that Jack built

Cause he killt whoever he wanted & hunted

And tax the backs of the environment macks

Who plan in da silence of the skams

A world dat wont work

No more/no more

Mother earth gets treated like a whore

And he doeth great wonders

So that he maketh fire come

Down from heaven on the earth

In sight of men

Toms to the left of me

Bombin to the right

World good night

He got destruction

In his appetite

On a platter a planet

To him it doesn't matter

3-2 at the plate

Up go the greedy batter

Environmental alarm

To all not some

Good God

Cause we don't get two of em

I was told that oil & water don't mix

But the new world order

Got a disorder

& so I diss

Cuss my disgust

If I must

One earth is da birth outta all of us

And so I diss

After the math

Disaster wit a European autograph

I.

Gonna be bedlam

If he spread em

Da trigga is cocked

Nowhere to flock

II.

Gonna be bedlam

If he spread em

Pass da word

F what you heard

III.

Gonna be bedlam

If he spread em

Glock is cocked

Now drop da props

Gonna be bedlam

If we spread em

The day the whole world couldn't do it

Repent

Oh no!

Check the preacher what he spent

One way ticket to God to fix scars

Woman & man runnin the land sea & air poor

Do we all go the way of the dinosaur? or

To hell & back attack

The new clear fog got us sniffin like

Atomic dogs

Pocket fulla pimp daddy moves

Put a code on a can

Whatta hell of a man, shootin

Trigga pollution, planet prostitution

Uprootin da third

We go to the way of the bird

Can't do whatcha want to da place

Don't waste my place

Where you from?

We only got one