Happy for my KU professor, Kevin Wilmott.
Happy for Mahershala.
Happy for the Black Panther crew.
Happy for Ruth E. Carter.
Happy for Regina.
And of course, I’m happy for the Godfather.
Anything can happen a month from now, but today we celebrate.
Tag Archive: public enemy
Some Malcolm in the DNA. Radical love for my base. Laced with silliness so it doesn’t become too preachy.
Yep, fully in my karma now. I think I know how some things are going to go in 2019.
And with that, let’s segway into this.
Enjoy!
Who can really say for certain what’s to come in 2017?
Whatever shape it takes, we’ll be ready.
Let’s do this.
Uh, your bad self
Help me break this down from off the shelf
Here’s a music servin’ you so use it
Papa’s got a brand new funk
Get down (party for your right)
Huh, let’s get it on
Like we said before
They say the brothers causin’ trouble
Hate to bust their bubble
‘Cause we rumble
From our lower level
To condition your condition
(We’re gonna do a song)
That you never heard before
Make you all jump along to the education
Brothers gonna work it out
And stop chasin’
Brothers, brothers gonna work it out
You got it what it takes
Go get it where you want it?
Come get it get involved
‘Cause the brothers in the street are willing to work it out
So many of us in limbo
How to get it on, it’s quite simple
Three stones from the sun
We need a piece of this rock
Our goal indestructible soul
Answers to this quizzin’
To the Brothers in the streetSchools and the prisons
History shouldn’t be a mystery
Our stories real history
Not his story
We gonna work it one day
Till we all get paid
The right way in full, no bull
Talkin’, no walkin’, drivin’, arrivin’ in style
Soon you’ll see what I’m talkin’ ’bout
‘Cause one day
The brothers gonna work it out
Brothers, brothers gonna work it out
You got it what it takes
Go get it where you want it?
Come get it get involved
‘Cause the brothers in the street
Are willing to work it out
Let’s get it on we are willin’
Let’s get it on, let’s get it on we are willin’
Let’s get it on, let’s get it on, let’s get it on we are willin’
Now we are ready if you are ready
In 1995, you’ll twist to this
As you raise your fist to the music
United we stand, yes divided we fall
Together we can stand tall
Brothers that try to work it out
They get mad, revolt, revise, realize
They’re super bad
Small chance a smart brother’s
Gonna be a victim of his own circumstance
Sabotaged, Shellshocked, rocked and ruled
Day in the life of a fool
Like I said before to live it low
Life take you time, time yo go slow
Look here, not a thing to fear
Brother to brother not another as sincere
Teach a man how to be father
To never tell a woman he can’t bother
You can’t say you don’t know
What I’m talkin’ ’bout
But one day brothers gonna work it out
You got it what it takes
Go get it where you want it?
Come get it get involved
‘Cause the brothers in the street
Are willing to work it out
Let’s get it on we are willin’
Let’s get it on, let’s get it on we are willin’
Let’s get it on, let’s get it on, let’s get it on we are willin’
Now we are ready if you are ready
February.
We celebrate all year long of course, but as the spotlight is on right now…
I got a letter from the government
The other day
I opened and read it
It said they were suckers
They wanted me for their army or whatever
Picture me given’ a damn – I said never
Here is a land that never gave a damn
About a brother like me and myself
Because they never did
I wasn’t wit’ it, but just that very minute…
It occured to me
The suckers had authority
Cold sweatin’ as I dwell in my cell
How long has it been?
They got me sittin’ in the state pen
I gotta get out – but that thought was thought before
I contemplated a plan on the cell floor
I’m not a fugitive on the run
But a brother like me begun – to be another one
Public enemy servin’ time – they drew the line y’all
To criticize me some crime – never the less
They could not understand that I’m a Black man
And I could never be a veteran
On the strength, the situation’s unreal
I got a raw deal, so I’m goin’ for the steel
They got me rottin’ in the time that I’m servin’
Tellin’ you what happened the same time they’re throwin’
4 of us packed in a cell like slaves – oh well
The same motherfucker got us livin’ is his hell
You have to realize – what its a form of slavery
Organized under a swarm of devils
Straight up – word’em up on the level
The reasons are several, most of them federal
Here is my plan anyway and I say
I got gusto, but only some I can trust – yo
Some do a bid from 1 to 10
And I never did, and plus I never been
I’m on a tier where no tears should ever fall
Cell block and locked – I never clock it y’all
‘Cause time and time again time
They got me servin’ to those and to them
I’m not a citizen
But ever when I catch a C-O
Sleepin’ on the job – my plan is on go-ahead
On the strength, I’ma tell you the deal
I got nothin’ to lose
‘Cause I’m goin’ for the steel
You know I caught a C-O
Fallin’ asleep on death row
I grabbed his gun – then he did what I said so
And everyman’s got served
Along with the time they served
Decency was deserved
To understand my demands
I gave a warnin’ – I wanted the governor, y’all
And plus the warden to know
That I was innocent –
Because I’m militant
Posing a threat, you bet it’s fuckin’ up the government
My plan said I had to get out and break north
Just like with Oliver’s neck
I had to get off – my boys had the feds in check
They couldn’t do nuthin’
We had a force to instigate a prison riot
This is what it takes for peace
So I just took the piece
Black for Black inside time to cut the leash
Freedom to get out – to the ghetto – no sell out
6 C-Os we got we ought to put their head out
But I’ll give ’em a chance, cause I’m civilized
As for the rest of the world, they can’t realize
A cell is hell – I’m a rebel so I rebel
Between bars, got me thinkin’ like an animal
Got a woman C-O to call me a copter
She tried to get away, and I popped her
Twice, right
Now who wanna get nice?
I had 6 C-Os, now it’s 5 to go
And I’m serious – call me delirious
But I’m still a captive
I gotta rap this
Time to break as time grows intense
I got the steel in my right hand
Now I’m lookin’ for the fence
I ventured into the courtyard
Followed by 52 brothers
Bruised, battered, and scarred but hard
Goin’ out with a bang
Ready to bang out
But power from the sky
And from the tower shots rang out
A high number of dose – yes
And some came close
Figure I trigger my steel
Stand and hold my post
This is what I mean – an anti-nigger machine
If I come out alive and then they won’t – come clean
And then I threw up my steel bullets – flew up
Blew up, who shot…
What, who, the bazooka was who
And to my rescue, it was the S1Ws
Secured my getaway, so I just gotaway
The joint broke, from the black smoke
Then they saw it was rougher thatn the average bluffer
‘Cause the steel was black, the attitude exact
Now the chase is on tellin’ you to c’mon
53 brothers on the run, and we are gone
You know, a few weeks back at the last MMA show, a few people asked me what my ‘walk in’ music would be if I was in a fight or a WrestleMania situation. And I have so many hype songs, I really couldn’t pick one off the type of my head.
Then last night, young Mister Fallon and the Roots reminded me there is one song above all other that gets me bouncing off the walls!!!
Enjoy!!!
I can’t completely put my finger on it…
But for some reason, the past couple of weeks, I’ve had ‘Don’t Believe the Hype’ and this video on my mind more than usual…
(And yes, that’s sarcasm for you literal minded folks.)
Flav will FOREVER be my first thought when this weekend comes around.
On that note, have a good and (more importantly) safe one everybody! Back on the other side!
