| Song | Aintnuttin Buttersong |
| Artist | Public Enemy |
| Album | Muse Sick-N-Hour Mess Age |
| 作词 : D., Harvey, Turner, Whitfield | |
| Ridenhour - harvey - whitfield - turner | |
| We got so much soul | |
| You can damn near see it | |
| Spinnin on a 45 | |
| I've come to the conclusion | |
| Clear the confusion | |
| My point is to rock | |
| Dis funky joint | |
| Dont you know | |
| I got tangled | |
| In the star spangled banner | |
| In the middle of alabama | |
| Or was it tennesee or arkansas | |
| New york & cali got the same | |
| Amount of race rallys | |
| I know they wanna hang me | |
| Straight around the neck | |
| So i'm knockin off the hand checks | |
| So you can | |
| When i say what it is | |
| It ain't nutting but a song | |
| Krackas, killas, kidnappas | |
| Kkk tryes to blame it on the rappers | |
| They dont count the ones | |
| That bounce to the 40 ounce | |
| Or the runts dat get stunted | |
| By the bluntz | |
| This time i'm gonna take it down the line | |
| To the ones that are ready | |
| They be holdin it steady | |
| When a song so wrong | |
| So many be singin it | |
| Strangled tangled | |
| Caught in a spangled | |
| Banner got em on dat camera | |
| Stars i'm seein from | |
| A beatdown in a slamma | |
| O say can you see | |
| But you cant | |
| Uncle sammy wears the pants | |
| Toms his bitch | |
| When he's swingin a switch | |
| Rather stick da poor up | |
| And give it to da rich | |
| I always thought dat power | |
| Was to the people, we the people | |
| O say can i see we ain't people | |
| When i pledge allegiance | |
| I shoulda got a sticka | |
| 1st grade/2nd grade | |
| I shoulda just kicked a | |
| Verse in the middle of class | |
| Instead of singin bout bombs | |
| Like a dumb ass | |
| Land of the free | |
| Home of the brave | |
| And hell with us nigas we slaves | |
| That shoulda been the last line | |
| Of a song that's wrong form to get | |
| So when everybody stand | |
| I sit | |
| The red is for blood shed | |
| The blue is for the sad ass songs | |
| We be singin in church while white man's heaven is black man's hell | |
| The stars what we way when we | |
| Got our ass beat | |
| Stripes whip marks in our backs | |
| White is for the obvious |
| zuò cí : D., Harvey, Turner, Whitfield | |
| Ridenhour harvey whitfield turner | |
| We got so much soul | |
| You can damn near see it | |
| Spinnin on a 45 | |
| I' ve come to the conclusion | |
| Clear the confusion | |
| My point is to rock | |
| Dis funky joint | |
| Dont you know | |
| I got tangled | |
| In the star spangled banner | |
| In the middle of alabama | |
| Or was it tennesee or arkansas | |
| New york cali got the same | |
| Amount of race rallys | |
| I know they wanna hang me | |
| Straight around the neck | |
| So i' m knockin off the hand checks | |
| So you can | |
| When i say what it is | |
| It ain' t nutting but a song | |
| Krackas, killas, kidnappas | |
| Kkk tryes to blame it on the rappers | |
| They dont count the ones | |
| That bounce to the 40 ounce | |
| Or the runts dat get stunted | |
| By the bluntz | |
| This time i' m gonna take it down the line | |
| To the ones that are ready | |
| They be holdin it steady | |
| When a song so wrong | |
| So many be singin it | |
| Strangled tangled | |
| Caught in a spangled | |
| Banner got em on dat camera | |
| Stars i' m seein from | |
| A beatdown in a slamma | |
| O say can you see | |
| But you cant | |
| Uncle sammy wears the pants | |
| Toms his bitch | |
| When he' s swingin a switch | |
| Rather stick da poor up | |
| And give it to da rich | |
| I always thought dat power | |
| Was to the people, we the people | |
| O say can i see we ain' t people | |
| When i pledge allegiance | |
| I shoulda got a sticka | |
| 1st grade 2nd grade | |
| I shoulda just kicked a | |
| Verse in the middle of class | |
| Instead of singin bout bombs | |
| Like a dumb ass | |
| Land of the free | |
| Home of the brave | |
| And hell with us nigas we slaves | |
| That shoulda been the last line | |
| Of a song that' s wrong form to get | |
| So when everybody stand | |
| I sit | |
| The red is for blood shed | |
| The blue is for the sad ass songs | |
| We be singin in church while white man' s heaven is black man' s hell | |
| The stars what we way when we | |
| Got our ass beat | |
| Stripes whip marks in our backs | |
| White is for the obvious |