This One's for Me

Yo yo whassup ice man you look upset brother

Yo man I got a lot of things on my mind man

But I don't know if I should put it on this record yaknahmsayin

Man go ahead and kick it man

Let the people know what's happenin man

You know brothers out there sellin out man

Why they goin out like that man

Yo sellin out like it ain't nothin man

I ain't with it

Dig it I'm just a brother from l a

South central I live life the fly way

Used to bang and hustle but I traded for the big game

Infamy got dumped for fame

Now I'm known and respect as creator of the crime rhyme;

But my lyrics are deeper

Because I'm the one that makes you think before make a move

I wrote pusher high rollers and colors just to prove

That I could kick game and drop knowledge at the same time

But one l a station wouldn't play my records one time

I'm tryin to save my community

But these bourgeoise blacks keep on doggin me

They don't care about violence *** and gangs

Kjlh you ain't about nuttin

You just a bunch of punk bourgeoise black suckers

And this ones for me

You won't play no public enemy

You ain't playin no boogie down productions

You ain't tryin to represent the black community

You just carin about your little ol r&b +bull+

You play all day and night

I represent los angeles all over the united states

And you ain't did nuttin for me

Think about it

Hold up I ain't finished on the diss tip

Theres a few more punks that I got to rip

All you chump mcs who sell out quick

When p e was on the top you rode the tip

But now they got problems and you suckers run

Whos chucks real friends does he really have one

You yell p e this p e that

Fist in the air proud to be black

Now they got static and you run like punks

I havent heard an mc stand up for him once

Maybe you suckers are just hopin that they fall off

So you can fill their shoes nope sorry boss

Thats what the matter with black people anyway

We ain't down with nothin I don't care what you say

Yell or lie don't even bother

How low will a brother go for a dollar

Public enemy broke a new rap age

And now you rappers ain't got nuttin to say

Yo its their problemgriff shouldnta said it

E wheres my pistol （yo Ill go get it）

Cause its time for me to enforce some discipline

Are you down or not are you out or in

Chuck flav and griff are my true friends

I got their backs if it means my career ends

All you so-called down mcs with public enemy

I ain't heard nobody out there tryin to help my man out

Youknowhatimsayin griff is my man I don't care what he said

Youknowhatimsayin and I ain't gon let them go out like that

Youknowhatimsayin chuck ice got your back

Anybody out there got problems with public enemy come talk to me

Once again I'm back in the diss mode

I gotta speak my mind its time to unload

On this so-called government weve got

If I lied like them I think Id get shot

They sell *** to kids and say its us

And when the cops are crooks who can you trust

You only see young brothers in a ** bust

Ashes to ashes and dust to dust

My homey got a year for an ounce of w**d

While bush sells weapons to the enemy

You gotta be stone blind not to see

Our government is honest ni**a please

Coc*ine can't be made in the united states

Kickin facts like this our government hates

The young kids on the streets ain't the enemy

Theyre just ghetto youth after money

They sell *** but who sells *** to them

Try the c i a my friend

Or the f b i or even bush

Somebodys gettin rich damn sure ain't us

Were just killin ourselves while others laugh

Look at the street its a coc*ine bloodbath

We gotta realize d**e is pure death

Mess with *** you're breathin your last breath

Sellin *** is straight up genocide

Theyre gonna laugh while we all die

Sittin up there thinkin you're makin that money

Hustlin and all that you're killin your brothers

Youknowhatimsayin you just stupid straight up stupid

Puttin d**e into your body - cmon youknowhatimsayin

You gotta get somethin goin out there

Get some brains youknowhatimsayin

We are just playin ourselves cold out of the pocket

This ones for me I make records for you

But this cut I straight out had to do

Theres topics in my mind I have to break

Cause so many of you out there are so damn fake

If ya ain't know theyre no-one cutthroats

Backstabbers scheamin for banknotes

And all of you out there know what I'm talkin bout

If you claim you're down then never sell-out

Never sell out youknowhatimsayin

You gotta stay down for yours

You know I want it sure as I'm ice-t

I make records for you but this ones for me

You know what I'm talkin bout out there

Theres ways to sell out left and right

But you ain't got to do that

Theres things more important than money

I'm talkin bout pride I'm talkin bout dignity

You got it out there

All you got to do is stand on your own two feet

Don't go out like no sucker

Stay down youknowhatimsayin

Peace