| Song | Thin Line Between Law & Rape |
| Artist | Public Enemy |
| Album | Muse Sick-N-Hour Mess Age |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : D., Rochester, Walford | |
| Ya took me from a place | |
| Where the race didn't matter | |
| And gathered up bodies | |
| Without a choice | |
| So I rather | |
| Pass my opinion/back | |
| Run ya over | |
| With my rack an pinion | |
| Never stop the engine | |
| For watcha fathers did do the indian | |
| North & south | |
| Plus the Carribbean | |
| I got a vendetta | |
| Cause I know better | |
| Better black than a stereotype white | |
| No cash flow wit out work | |
| Talkin bout the past | |
| You busted our past | |
| You busted our ass | |
| Now you afraid cause | |
| I never got paid | |
| Now sucka jump | |
| You cant take whatcha want [Chorus] | |
| You can't take whatcha want | |
| Cause ya took whatcha want | |
| Cant get away cause we got it on tape | |
| You cant take whatcha want | |
| Cause ya took whatcha want | |
| Thin line between law & rape (scream) | |
| You can't take whatcha want | |
| Don't cha know | |
| We ain't got nuttin left | |
| Cause you took the rest | |
| We ain't got jazz rock & roll | |
| Rappin the lose | |
| Wit a few fat ladies left singin da blues | |
| Go abracadabra to make | |
| A wish I can mess wit | |
| Wonder why | |
| I'm under | |
| Neath a crew | |
| I cant get wit | |
| I never knew land was an acquisition | |
| BS from the best man in position | |
| Come again wit dat shit | |
| And set hit like a punk | |
| No, you cant take whatcha want [Chorus 2X] [Break] | |
| You cant take whatcha want | |
| I open up the trunk | |
| I see your phony ass | |
| Try to counterfeit funk | |
| From land to land | |
| To sea to sea | |
| Allover got the other man | |
| Messin wit me | |
| Took the motherland | |
| Made a slave of my mother and man | |
| Got a good man | |
| Sayin goddamn [...Long pause] | |
| And to hell with | |
| Back in the days | |
| Unless we go way back | |
| To the black ways | |
| Always Watch your back | |
| If ya crooked don't front | |
| You cant take whatcha want [Chorus 2X] | |
| We died on the line | |
| We walk the fine line he talked a good line |
| zuo ci : D., Rochester, Walford | |
| Ya took me from a place | |
| Where the race didn' t matter | |
| And gathered up bodies | |
| Without a choice | |
| So I rather | |
| Pass my opinion back | |
| Run ya over | |
| With my rack an pinion | |
| Never stop the engine | |
| For watcha fathers did do the indian | |
| North south | |
| Plus the Carribbean | |
| I got a vendetta | |
| Cause I know better | |
| Better black than a stereotype white | |
| No cash flow wit out work | |
| Talkin bout the past | |
| You busted our past | |
| You busted our ass | |
| Now you afraid cause | |
| I never got paid | |
| Now sucka jump | |
| You cant take whatcha want Chorus | |
| You can' t take whatcha want | |
| Cause ya took whatcha want | |
| Cant get away cause we got it on tape | |
| You cant take whatcha want | |
| Cause ya took whatcha want | |
| Thin line between law rape scream | |
| You can' t take whatcha want | |
| Don' t cha know | |
| We ain' t got nuttin left | |
| Cause you took the rest | |
| We ain' t got jazz rock roll | |
| Rappin the lose | |
| Wit a few fat ladies left singin da blues | |
| Go abracadabra to make | |
| A wish I can mess wit | |
| Wonder why | |
| I' m under | |
| Neath a crew | |
| I cant get wit | |
| I never knew land was an acquisition | |
| BS from the best man in position | |
| Come again wit dat shit | |
| And set hit like a punk | |
| No, you cant take whatcha want Chorus 2X Break | |
| You cant take whatcha want | |
| I open up the trunk | |
| I see your phony ass | |
| Try to counterfeit funk | |
| From land to land | |
| To sea to sea | |
| Allover got the other man | |
| Messin wit me | |
| Took the motherland | |
| Made a slave of my mother and man | |
| Got a good man | |
| Sayin goddamn ... Long pause | |
| And to hell with | |
| Back in the days | |
| Unless we go way back | |
| To the black ways | |
| Always Watch your back | |
| If ya crooked don' t front | |
| You cant take whatcha want Chorus 2X | |
| We died on the line | |
| We walk the fine line he talked a good line |
| zuò cí : D., Rochester, Walford | |
| Ya took me from a place | |
| Where the race didn' t matter | |
| And gathered up bodies | |
| Without a choice | |
| So I rather | |
| Pass my opinion back | |
| Run ya over | |
| With my rack an pinion | |
| Never stop the engine | |
| For watcha fathers did do the indian | |
| North south | |
| Plus the Carribbean | |
| I got a vendetta | |
| Cause I know better | |
| Better black than a stereotype white | |
| No cash flow wit out work | |
| Talkin bout the past | |
| You busted our past | |
| You busted our ass | |
| Now you afraid cause | |
| I never got paid | |
| Now sucka jump | |
| You cant take whatcha want Chorus | |
| You can' t take whatcha want | |
| Cause ya took whatcha want | |
| Cant get away cause we got it on tape | |
| You cant take whatcha want | |
| Cause ya took whatcha want | |
| Thin line between law rape scream | |
| You can' t take whatcha want | |
| Don' t cha know | |
| We ain' t got nuttin left | |
| Cause you took the rest | |
| We ain' t got jazz rock roll | |
| Rappin the lose | |
| Wit a few fat ladies left singin da blues | |
| Go abracadabra to make | |
| A wish I can mess wit | |
| Wonder why | |
| I' m under | |
| Neath a crew | |
| I cant get wit | |
| I never knew land was an acquisition | |
| BS from the best man in position | |
| Come again wit dat shit | |
| And set hit like a punk | |
| No, you cant take whatcha want Chorus 2X Break | |
| You cant take whatcha want | |
| I open up the trunk | |
| I see your phony ass | |
| Try to counterfeit funk | |
| From land to land | |
| To sea to sea | |
| Allover got the other man | |
| Messin wit me | |
| Took the motherland | |
| Made a slave of my mother and man | |
| Got a good man | |
| Sayin goddamn ... Long pause | |
| And to hell with | |
| Back in the days | |
| Unless we go way back | |
| To the black ways | |
| Always Watch your back | |
| If ya crooked don' t front | |
| You cant take whatcha want Chorus 2X | |
| We died on the line | |
| We walk the fine line he talked a good line |