歌手:Public Enemy
专辑:《Apocalypse 91… The Enemy Strikes Black》

作词 : Gary G-Wiz/Carlton Ridenhour/Stuart Robertz/Cerwin Depper
作曲 : Gary G-Wiz/Carlton Ridenhour/Stuart Robertz/Cerwin Depper
Pusher of the button
Talkin loud aint sayin nuttin
The mack of the format gettin fat
Aint funny cause my neighborhood
Is flowin money
Thank God 4 the boulevard
They keep the motor runnin
The rap shows coincide wit the tape flow
Bootleggers go inside and record the record low
They get me, get this now can you freestyle
Freestyle no styles free except da radio
But the radio controlled by the sucker move
Who moved away got away after plannin a getaway
An now he wanna play what he wanna play
An got say on what is bumpin of course hes gettin somethin
Never know whats good to tha neighborhood
Swear I never seen da sucker
In my necka da woods
The ass is connected to the brain stem
So I sing a simple song
So you can see the sucker in em

People got to make a call
To hear the yes yall （yes yall）
While the phone keep ringin
You hear some singer singin
Why dont dey play the jammy in the daytime
People think its slammin plus the rhyme
Is hot an got me tunin
The afternoon is fm in the pm
Oh if that they could see im
Out-of-towner not down I think theyll dis him
Up goes the season, pop goes the weasel
Damn gimme rap no band I want some x-clan
I know dey even got it from the giddy
Stacked in the back
Only black radio station in the city
Programmed by a sucker in a suit
Slick back hair he dont even live here
Raps the number one pick so I draft it
I dont care about all the other demographics
When the quiet storm come on I fall sleep
What dey need is arbitron on the funky jeep
Too bad its goin on in fact my word is bond
To pull a disappearin act attack until he gone
The whacker jam he play they pay Im in da day
I dont think we gonna miss im we dont need im anyway

I kick itCan
Who the hell is on the radio
Or whos behind
Do you really think theyll mind
To play the funky jams
That everybody wit
Some def jef or ice t
Show they rollin wit the syndicate
Or can dey get funky
Wit the underground
Master ace get a taste
Bomb squad gettin hard
Marley mart makin hipper
Trax for jack the ripper
Pumpin eric b or papa san
Still rollin wit run
Did you think that ever
In fact you thought that never
Control of your soul
Is by a suit and tie
Then u wonder why why u never hear a rhyme
I say we do im
Till its done