| Song | Bring That Beat Back |
| Artist | Public Enemy |
| Album | New Whirl Odor |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Drayton, Dubose, Ridenhour | |
| Played in cincinatti | |
| Wit my whole head nappy | |
| Made a rally in the street | |
| Wit nothin but a beat | |
| Gotta grudge against a judge | |
| Kick em out that seat | |
| You are what you eat | |
| So what you eatin | |
| Same message to your mind | |
| Be self defeatin | |
| Sick n tired of bein sick | |
| And tired of bein beaten | |
| Saw em drop it like it | |
| Was way too hot and too fast | |
| For hip hop doo wop rock or bop | |
| Aint here to hurt you | |
| Dont hang in them circles | |
| Government aint got me | |
| Yet so yall dont stop me | |
| See a stampede of fake cats | |
| Runnin from bill cosby | |
| What does he gotta do wit you doin you? | |
| Yall know what? | |
| Dj lord gimme that cut | |
| Bring that beat back | |
| Thats whats up [verse 2] | |
| Feedback from truly | |
| Freedblacks | |
| Gotta think outta this | |
| Box of hard knocks | |
| Lined em up at fort knox | |
| To die in iraq | |
| You dont know i rock? | |
| What you under a rock? | |
| Old cats beggin us to bring that beat back | |
| Each generation thinks | |
| The next one is wack | |
| Jumpstarted in the daze of crack | |
| R&b reagan, daddy bush | |
| Way the hell on back | |
| Pray to god | |
| Feel like i got a church in myself, good god uh | |
| Cant get no help | |
| I say again healthcare cutback | |
| Sht is wack | |
| Bring that beat back [verse 3] | |
| They say the youth dont matter | |
| And the old dont mind | |
| It takes a lotta spine | |
| To build all them young minds | |
| Some of us get ghetto at the wrong damn time | |
| Album what? we just makin one at a time | |
| To save another brother whose life on the line | |
| A big shot to claim some rocks and shine | |
| Signs of a soul gone solo | |
| Robbed blind | |
| A very small part of half the worlds crime | |
| Runaway child blown by an old land mine | |
| Little ones workin in diamond mines | |
| So cats can say whats hers and whats mine | |
| Diamonds is girls best friend | |
| So whys he cryin [verse 4] | |
| See when yall hear it get near it | |
| And you recognize the lyrics | |
| You trained to refrain | |
| And you start to fear it | |
| Escapism Like today there aint racism | |
| Obviously yall aint see | |
| Black folks on tv | |
| Judgement calls | |
| Made on behalf of you and me | |
| Or you and i | |
| Do or die | |
| I say an i for an i | |
| Dividin line | |
| Got the poor people | |
| Payin for crime | |
| Corporations gettin paid off our jailtime | |
| Now yall can tell russell | |
| Yes i knock the hustle | |
| Cause 2 million in lockdown | |
| Under federal muscle | |
| Beyond the streets | |
| These kids is always watchin | |
| Watching some of these jerks when they go berserk | |
| So i work |
| zuo ci : Drayton, Dubose, Ridenhour | |
| Played in cincinatti | |
| Wit my whole head nappy | |
| Made a rally in the street | |
| Wit nothin but a beat | |
| Gotta grudge against a judge | |
| Kick em out that seat | |
| You are what you eat | |
| So what you eatin | |
| Same message to your mind | |
| Be self defeatin | |
| Sick n tired of bein sick | |
| And tired of bein beaten | |
| Saw em drop it like it | |
| Was way too hot and too fast | |
| For hip hop doo wop rock or bop | |
| Aint here to hurt you | |
| Dont hang in them circles | |
| Government aint got me | |
| Yet so yall dont stop me | |
| See a stampede of fake cats | |
| Runnin from bill cosby | |
| What does he gotta do wit you doin you? | |
| Yall know what? | |
| Dj lord gimme that cut | |
| Bring that beat back | |
| Thats whats up verse 2 | |
| Feedback from truly | |
| Freedblacks | |
| Gotta think outta this | |
| Box of hard knocks | |
| Lined em up at fort knox | |
| To die in iraq | |
| You dont know i rock? | |
| What you under a rock? | |
| Old cats beggin us to bring that beat back | |
| Each generation thinks | |
| The next one is wack | |
| Jumpstarted in the daze of crack | |
| R b reagan, daddy bush | |
| Way the hell on back | |
| Pray to god | |
| Feel like i got a church in myself, good god uh | |
| Cant get no help | |
| I say again healthcare cutback | |
| Sht is wack | |
| Bring that beat back verse 3 | |
| They say the youth dont matter | |
| And the old dont mind | |
| It takes a lotta spine | |
| To build all them young minds | |
| Some of us get ghetto at the wrong damn time | |
| Album what? we just makin one at a time | |
| To save another brother whose life on the line | |
| A big shot to claim some rocks and shine | |
| Signs of a soul gone solo | |
| Robbed blind | |
| A very small part of half the worlds crime | |
| Runaway child blown by an old land mine | |
| Little ones workin in diamond mines | |
| So cats can say whats hers and whats mine | |
| Diamonds is girls best friend | |
| So whys he cryin verse 4 | |
| See when yall hear it get near it | |
| And you recognize the lyrics | |
| You trained to refrain | |
| And you start to fear it | |
| Escapism Like today there aint racism | |
| Obviously yall aint see | |
| Black folks on tv | |
| Judgement calls | |
| Made on behalf of you and me | |
| Or you and i | |
| Do or die | |
| I say an i for an i | |
| Dividin line | |
| Got the poor people | |
| Payin for crime | |
| Corporations gettin paid off our jailtime | |
| Now yall can tell russell | |
| Yes i knock the hustle | |
| Cause 2 million in lockdown | |
| Under federal muscle | |
| Beyond the streets | |
| These kids is always watchin | |
| Watching some of these jerks when they go berserk | |
| So i work |
| zuò cí : Drayton, Dubose, Ridenhour | |
| Played in cincinatti | |
| Wit my whole head nappy | |
| Made a rally in the street | |
| Wit nothin but a beat | |
| Gotta grudge against a judge | |
| Kick em out that seat | |
| You are what you eat | |
| So what you eatin | |
| Same message to your mind | |
| Be self defeatin | |
| Sick n tired of bein sick | |
| And tired of bein beaten | |
| Saw em drop it like it | |
| Was way too hot and too fast | |
| For hip hop doo wop rock or bop | |
| Aint here to hurt you | |
| Dont hang in them circles | |
| Government aint got me | |
| Yet so yall dont stop me | |
| See a stampede of fake cats | |
| Runnin from bill cosby | |
| What does he gotta do wit you doin you? | |
| Yall know what? | |
| Dj lord gimme that cut | |
| Bring that beat back | |
| Thats whats up verse 2 | |
| Feedback from truly | |
| Freedblacks | |
| Gotta think outta this | |
| Box of hard knocks | |
| Lined em up at fort knox | |
| To die in iraq | |
| You dont know i rock? | |
| What you under a rock? | |
| Old cats beggin us to bring that beat back | |
| Each generation thinks | |
| The next one is wack | |
| Jumpstarted in the daze of crack | |
| R b reagan, daddy bush | |
| Way the hell on back | |
| Pray to god | |
| Feel like i got a church in myself, good god uh | |
| Cant get no help | |
| I say again healthcare cutback | |
| Sht is wack | |
| Bring that beat back verse 3 | |
| They say the youth dont matter | |
| And the old dont mind | |
| It takes a lotta spine | |
| To build all them young minds | |
| Some of us get ghetto at the wrong damn time | |
| Album what? we just makin one at a time | |
| To save another brother whose life on the line | |
| A big shot to claim some rocks and shine | |
| Signs of a soul gone solo | |
| Robbed blind | |
| A very small part of half the worlds crime | |
| Runaway child blown by an old land mine | |
| Little ones workin in diamond mines | |
| So cats can say whats hers and whats mine | |
| Diamonds is girls best friend | |
| So whys he cryin verse 4 | |
| See when yall hear it get near it | |
| And you recognize the lyrics | |
| You trained to refrain | |
| And you start to fear it | |
| Escapism Like today there aint racism | |
| Obviously yall aint see | |
| Black folks on tv | |
| Judgement calls | |
| Made on behalf of you and me | |
| Or you and i | |
| Do or die | |
| I say an i for an i | |
| Dividin line | |
| Got the poor people | |
| Payin for crime | |
| Corporations gettin paid off our jailtime | |
| Now yall can tell russell | |
| Yes i knock the hustle | |
| Cause 2 million in lockdown | |
| Under federal muscle | |
| Beyond the streets | |
| These kids is always watchin | |
| Watching some of these jerks when they go berserk | |
| So i work |