Fear of a Black Planet

Shocklee - sadler - ridenhour 1989 the number another summer (get down) Sound of the funky drummer Music hittin' your heart cause i know you got sould (brothers and sisters, hey) Listen if you're missin' y'all Swingin' while i'm singin' Givin' whatch

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

Hit me Going, going, gone Now I dialed 911 a long time ago Don't you see how late they're reacting So get the morgue truck and embalm the goner They don't care cause they stay paid anyway They treat you like an ace they can't be betrayed A no-use num

I got so much trouble on my mind Refuse to lose Here's your ticket Hear the drummer get wicked The crew to you to push the back to Black Attack so I sack and jack Then slapped the Mac Now I'm ready to mic it (You know I like it) huh Hear my favoritis

Man you ain't gotta Worry 'bout a thing 'Bout your daughter Nah she ain't my type (But supposin' she said she loved me) Are you afraid of the mix of Black and White We're livin' in a land where The law say the mixing of race Makes the blood impure Sh

When I'm talkin' rhyme time To blow your mind time some say It's nothing worse than a verse To hear some nigger curse They call me rude some dudes fiery attitude Claimin' I boast and smoke And sometimes sing the blues I twang metal and settle Try to