| Song | Hannibal Lecture |
| Artist | Public Enemy |
| Album | Rebirth Of A Nation |
| 作词 : Paris | |
| Being here in | |
| America doesn't make you an | |
| AmericanBeing born here in | |
| America doesn't make you an | |
| AmericanWhy if birth made you an | |
| American you wouldn't need any legislation | |
| You wouldn't need any amendments to the | |
| Constitution | |
| I don't see any | |
| American dream, | |
| I see an American nightmare | |
| I'm one of the 42 million black people who are the victims of | |
| America[Paris] | |
| Aiyyo we all in together now, all in together now | |
| Hard truth soldierin, hard truth soldier | |
| SHITKeep on servin 'em, cause you know we do work | |
| Mashin in my | |
| Chevy down the streets of | |
| New York, they feel me | |
| I smooth grip, and hit up the spot | |
| Snatch Flav as my dual pipes burn up the block | |
| We bumpin hardcore, heavyweight, b-boy blast | |
| On the street they hear my beat, my 69 is fast | |
| Smash down | |
| Lennox, head up to the ' | |
| ViewSome reporter wanna holla and | |
| I said it was cool | |
| Wanna know about the album and the | |
| Enemy's new | |
| How P.E. and | |
| Guerilla Funk is keepin it movin | |
| Breakin bread talkin politics, you know how it go' | |
| Bout the war and how it's shitty that we murder for dough | |
| Then the reporter asked a question, that | |
| I had to mash | |
| How, I would act if every day was maybe my last | |
| How if every day | |
| I worried 'bout my family in this | |
| I'd be murdered on these street in a puddle of piss | |
| Or if I would get some news that my brother had died | |
| If they ran up in my house and held my kids and my wife | |
| Or if we was looted and somebody took all our thangs | |
| If my sister was abducted, never heard from again | |
| I began to compare it, so he could observe | |
| When I made the parallels with how they livin abroad | |
| I can't ignore it, these pigs ride deep in the streets | |
| Cap a nigga for his wallet, beat another for free | |
| And the cold part about it, life is cheaper than that | |
| Down there people on the bottom kill each other for scraps | |
| Imagine that, propoganda got the people confused | |
| Damned by the media that keep 'em subdued | |
| I been around the world, seen a lot of shit in my life | |
| Same sirens, same ghetto birds swirlin at night | |
| Same racism, profilin each of us all | |
| Same outsiders where we live enforcin the law | |
| Gats clappin on the streets, gunplayin with heat | |
| Same prisons full of brothers herded in like sheep | |
| Same turncoats that'll burn folks for pay | |
| Same conditions in communities we die everyday | |
| Same brutality and ignorance, now what will it taketo break the motherfuckin cycle, get the people away? | |
| That's why | |
| I'm fresh out of tears for 'em, all out of tears for 'em | |
| Even though my heart goes out, what the fuck you cryin 'bout? | |
| Money for rebuilding but, what about home? | |
| When the way we live is shitty where's the love for our own? | |
| I can't decide it, it's real, | |
| I hit you with proof | |
| Maybe I'll be suicided cause | |
| I hit you with truth | |
| See they kill for less than what we say on records to you | |
| Hear the message in the music from a rebel to you, now listen[Outro: x6 to end] | |
| Save my life you gotta, save my life you gotta [x3] | |
| Save us, save us |
| zuò cí : Paris | |
| Being here in | |
| America doesn' t make you an | |
| AmericanBeing born here in | |
| America doesn' t make you an | |
| AmericanWhy if birth made you an | |
| American you wouldn' t need any legislation | |
| You wouldn' t need any amendments to the | |
| Constitution | |
| I don' t see any | |
| American dream, | |
| I see an American nightmare | |
| I' m one of the 42 million black people who are the victims of | |
| America Paris | |
| Aiyyo we all in together now, all in together now | |
| Hard truth soldierin, hard truth soldier | |
| SHITKeep on servin ' em, cause you know we do work | |
| Mashin in my | |
| Chevy down the streets of | |
| New York, they feel me | |
| I smooth grip, and hit up the spot | |
| Snatch Flav as my dual pipes burn up the block | |
| We bumpin hardcore, heavyweight, bboy blast | |
| On the street they hear my beat, my 69 is fast | |
| Smash down | |
| Lennox, head up to the ' | |
| ViewSome reporter wanna holla and | |
| I said it was cool | |
| Wanna know about the album and the | |
| Enemy' s new | |
| How P. E. and | |
| Guerilla Funk is keepin it movin | |
| Breakin bread talkin politics, you know how it go' | |
| Bout the war and how it' s shitty that we murder for dough | |
| Then the reporter asked a question, that | |
| I had to mash | |
| How, I would act if every day was maybe my last | |
| How if every day | |
| I worried ' bout my family in this | |
| I' d be murdered on these street in a puddle of piss | |
| Or if I would get some news that my brother had died | |
| If they ran up in my house and held my kids and my wife | |
| Or if we was looted and somebody took all our thangs | |
| If my sister was abducted, never heard from again | |
| I began to compare it, so he could observe | |
| When I made the parallels with how they livin abroad | |
| I can' t ignore it, these pigs ride deep in the streets | |
| Cap a nigga for his wallet, beat another for free | |
| And the cold part about it, life is cheaper than that | |
| Down there people on the bottom kill each other for scraps | |
| Imagine that, propoganda got the people confused | |
| Damned by the media that keep ' em subdued | |
| I been around the world, seen a lot of shit in my life | |
| Same sirens, same ghetto birds swirlin at night | |
| Same racism, profilin each of us all | |
| Same outsiders where we live enforcin the law | |
| Gats clappin on the streets, gunplayin with heat | |
| Same prisons full of brothers herded in like sheep | |
| Same turncoats that' ll burn folks for pay | |
| Same conditions in communities we die everyday | |
| Same brutality and ignorance, now what will it taketo break the motherfuckin cycle, get the people away? | |
| That' s why | |
| I' m fresh out of tears for ' em, all out of tears for ' em | |
| Even though my heart goes out, what the fuck you cryin ' bout? | |
| Money for rebuilding but, what about home? | |
| When the way we live is shitty where' s the love for our own? | |
| I can' t decide it, it' s real, | |
| I hit you with proof | |
| Maybe I' ll be suicided cause | |
| I hit you with truth | |
| See they kill for less than what we say on records to you | |
| Hear the message in the music from a rebel to you, now listen Outro: x6 to end | |
| Save my life you gotta, save my life you gotta x3 | |
| Save us, save us |