| Song | Whole Lotta Love Goin on in the Middle of Hell |
| Artist | Public Enemy |
| Album | Muse Sick-N-Hour Mess Age |
| 作词 : D., G Wiz, Studdah Man | |
| Whole lotta love goin' on | |
| In da middle of what? | |
| Say what?What's goin' on? | |
| I leave 'em home alone | |
| Dey turned into danger zones | |
| Studio shootouts, leavin' no doubt | |
| In da eyes of the wise | |
| And not for other guys | |
| Fantasize an' gettin' nat rep | |
| Makin' you move | |
| While they disturb the groove | |
| Now the party's over, oops | |
| Outta time | |
| Yo, my brother, can you spare a crime? | |
| Some wanna take me out | |
| I even call 'em my own(Can't we all just get along?) | |
| Rap iz a contact sport | |
| Can I get support? | |
| When I hum to da maximum | |
| What I talk is straight | |
| From da sidewalk strong | |
| The velt New | |
| York112 beatz a minute | |
| An' I'm flowin' in it | |
| Have no mercy | |
| To da ones that curse me | |
| And when I'm in da paint | |
| The feudin' might be over | |
| But the fussin' ain't | |
| Some hate the way | |
| I say 'em' | |
| Cause I clock 'em like | |
| Zo to da A | |
| MBeginnin' of an end of an error | |
| Incredible shrinkin' race | |
| Fiend without a face | |
| Still got love for 'em | |
| But some ain't got no love | |
| For the rest of us | |
| So my boys get iller than | |
| IllinoisReturn to da noise | |
| I'd rather fall off | |
| Than fall victim of crime | |
| And a low percentage rhyme | |
| If I go down they ain't goin' wit me | |
| So ya'll come get me, come on | |
| Come on, come on, come on | |
| Come on, come on, come on, come on |
| zuò cí : D., G Wiz, Studdah Man | |
| Whole lotta love goin' on | |
| In da middle of what? | |
| Say what? What' s goin' on? | |
| I leave ' em home alone | |
| Dey turned into danger zones | |
| Studio shootouts, leavin' no doubt | |
| In da eyes of the wise | |
| And not for other guys | |
| Fantasize an' gettin' nat rep | |
| Makin' you move | |
| While they disturb the groove | |
| Now the party' s over, oops | |
| Outta time | |
| Yo, my brother, can you spare a crime? | |
| Some wanna take me out | |
| I even call ' em my own Can' t we all just get along? | |
| Rap iz a contact sport | |
| Can I get support? | |
| When I hum to da maximum | |
| What I talk is straight | |
| From da sidewalk strong | |
| The velt New | |
| York112 beatz a minute | |
| An' I' m flowin' in it | |
| Have no mercy | |
| To da ones that curse me | |
| And when I' m in da paint | |
| The feudin' might be over | |
| But the fussin' ain' t | |
| Some hate the way | |
| I say ' em' | |
| Cause I clock ' em like | |
| Zo to da A | |
| MBeginnin' of an end of an error | |
| Incredible shrinkin' race | |
| Fiend without a face | |
| Still got love for ' em | |
| But some ain' t got no love | |
| For the rest of us | |
| So my boys get iller than | |
| IllinoisReturn to da noise | |
| I' d rather fall off | |
| Than fall victim of crime | |
| And a low percentage rhyme | |
| If I go down they ain' t goin' wit me | |
| So ya' ll come get me, come on | |
| Come on, come on, come on | |
| Come on, come on, come on, come on |