| Song | They Used To Call It Dope |
| Artist | Public Enemy |
| Album | Muse Sick-N-Hour Mess Age |
| Little piece of my heart like | |
| Janis, no | |
| JoplinBut pure hip hoppin' as they try to ban us | |
| Crazy flight time, no jacket or ticket | |
| Wilson Picket had soul, fat tracks so the rappers can kick it | |
| Alan freed the waves as much as | |
| Lincoln freed da slaves | |
| It's here, | |
| I bleed and some bled until dead | |
| I got the rhythm from this headbanger who used to fly high | |
| And now he's just hangin' in da hanger | |
| Hangin' around homeless | |
| In a city of no hope, | |
| I can't cope | |
| And just to think see | |
| They used to call it dope |