New Whirl Odor Lyrics
| Song | New Whirl Odor |
| Artist | Public Enemy |
| Album | New Whirl Odor |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Ridenhour, Rosado | |
| [verse 1]Check that soul in | |
| Tape is rollin | |
| Black dont crack | |
| Where the party at? | |
| Stax, jumpback | |
| Wax them tracks | |
| Barkays cut it live | |
| Like 45sStrong songs survive | |
| On records95 beats per second | |
| Get it mike on the guitar cmon wreck it | |
| You go ooh ahh there go them superstars, of soul20 times better than gold, stax, | |
| Keep it here | |
| Cuttin them tracks, relax | |
| Pop them fingers, play it barkays | |
| Jumpback baby | |
| Soul gotcha crazy | |
| Cold feet thanks | |
| For the groove | |
| And them bomb beats | |
| To make me move | |
| Color of dead | |
| Looks like the future is history | |
| Why you dissin me | |
| Aint no mystery | |
| On the outside peekin in | |
| End of your freeride | |
| No way you can win | |
| Beginnin of the end | |
| Of your liberal friends who pretend | |
| Everythings changed | |
| While nuthins changed much | |
| Uhh this is chuck | |
| Stays to the left of this | |
| And to the right of that | |
| Just black where my mind be at | |
| Shit wheres the rest of my cats? | |
| High trees catch a lotta wind my friend | |
| My shits in a bind | |
| Fine line between aware and blind | |
| Dont mindSome of them aint got a mind | |
| Mind over matter | |
| They dont mind | |
| And we dont matter[verse 2] | |
| I flock to refugees | |
| Who flock to me | |
| The roots the coup | |
| And kick aside the genocide and the juice | |
| Comedians actors nuclear reactors | |
| Players and ballplayers | |
| Singers dancers and rhyme sayers | |
| Why do us like you do | |
| Ska dooFuck da residue | |
| Frustrated 5 on 2s | |
| No breaks for madd crews | |
| Nowwho the fuck is you | |
| Sick a you | |
| Community hoesis | |
| Who posin as moses | |
| In street clothist | |
| Who be the closest who blows it | |
| Every ryme be for the future of mankind | |
| Crazy heads cuttin off the dreds | |
| Ruin health | |
| Wit no knowledge of self | |
| Incomin taxes breakin backs off a blacks | |
| Who done 400 years in this abyss? | |
| And so im pissed the fuck at this new whirl odor | |
| So i piss[verse 3] | |
| Some things in the air | |
| When the smoke clears | |
| Will it only be white folks and black jokes | |
| How many be gone | |
| If they bomb barbershops and hair salons | |
| Time to dot com | |
| Before they rub out clubs | |
| Where you get your drink on | |
| Mother father sister bro | |
| Love is the message | |
| But war be the front page | |
| In this mess-age | |
| Ghetto celebs spread by the hundred | |
| Macked by the same tactics | |
| Wit us in a tundra | |
| Goin under | |
| Avoidin cries from sodimized | |
| SocietyScary getting screwed without a dictionary |
| zuo ci : Ridenhour, Rosado | |
| verse 1 Check that soul in | |
| Tape is rollin | |
| Black dont crack | |
| Where the party at? | |
| Stax, jumpback | |
| Wax them tracks | |
| Barkays cut it live | |
| Like 45sStrong songs survive | |
| On records95 beats per second | |
| Get it mike on the guitar cmon wreck it | |
| You go ooh ahh there go them superstars, of soul20 times better than gold, stax, | |
| Keep it here | |
| Cuttin them tracks, relax | |
| Pop them fingers, play it barkays | |
| Jumpback baby | |
| Soul gotcha crazy | |
| Cold feet thanks | |
| For the groove | |
| And them bomb beats | |
| To make me move | |
| Color of dead | |
| Looks like the future is history | |
| Why you dissin me | |
| Aint no mystery | |
| On the outside peekin in | |
| End of your freeride | |
| No way you can win | |
| Beginnin of the end | |
| Of your liberal friends who pretend | |
| Everythings changed | |
| While nuthins changed much | |
| Uhh this is chuck | |
| Stays to the left of this | |
| And to the right of that | |
| Just black where my mind be at | |
| Shit wheres the rest of my cats? | |
| High trees catch a lotta wind my friend | |
| My shits in a bind | |
| Fine line between aware and blind | |
| Dont mindSome of them aint got a mind | |
| Mind over matter | |
| They dont mind | |
| And we dont matter verse 2 | |
| I flock to refugees | |
| Who flock to me | |
| The roots the coup | |
| And kick aside the genocide and the juice | |
| Comedians actors nuclear reactors | |
| Players and ballplayers | |
| Singers dancers and rhyme sayers | |
| Why do us like you do | |
| Ska dooFuck da residue | |
| Frustrated 5 on 2s | |
| No breaks for madd crews | |
| Nowwho the fuck is you | |
| Sick a you | |
| Community hoesis | |
| Who posin as moses | |
| In street clothist | |
| Who be the closest who blows it | |
| Every ryme be for the future of mankind | |
| Crazy heads cuttin off the dreds | |
| Ruin health | |
| Wit no knowledge of self | |
| Incomin taxes breakin backs off a blacks | |
| Who done 400 years in this abyss? | |
| And so im pissed the fuck at this new whirl odor | |
| So i piss verse 3 | |
| Some things in the air | |
| When the smoke clears | |
| Will it only be white folks and black jokes | |
| How many be gone | |
| If they bomb barbershops and hair salons | |
| Time to dot com | |
| Before they rub out clubs | |
| Where you get your drink on | |
| Mother father sister bro | |
| Love is the message | |
| But war be the front page | |
| In this message | |
| Ghetto celebs spread by the hundred | |
| Macked by the same tactics | |
| Wit us in a tundra | |
| Goin under | |
| Avoidin cries from sodimized | |
| SocietyScary getting screwed without a dictionary |
| zuò cí : Ridenhour, Rosado | |
| verse 1 Check that soul in | |
| Tape is rollin | |
| Black dont crack | |
| Where the party at? | |
| Stax, jumpback | |
| Wax them tracks | |
| Barkays cut it live | |
| Like 45sStrong songs survive | |
| On records95 beats per second | |
| Get it mike on the guitar cmon wreck it | |
| You go ooh ahh there go them superstars, of soul20 times better than gold, stax, | |
| Keep it here | |
| Cuttin them tracks, relax | |
| Pop them fingers, play it barkays | |
| Jumpback baby | |
| Soul gotcha crazy | |
| Cold feet thanks | |
| For the groove | |
| And them bomb beats | |
| To make me move | |
| Color of dead | |
| Looks like the future is history | |
| Why you dissin me | |
| Aint no mystery | |
| On the outside peekin in | |
| End of your freeride | |
| No way you can win | |
| Beginnin of the end | |
| Of your liberal friends who pretend | |
| Everythings changed | |
| While nuthins changed much | |
| Uhh this is chuck | |
| Stays to the left of this | |
| And to the right of that | |
| Just black where my mind be at | |
| Shit wheres the rest of my cats? | |
| High trees catch a lotta wind my friend | |
| My shits in a bind | |
| Fine line between aware and blind | |
| Dont mindSome of them aint got a mind | |
| Mind over matter | |
| They dont mind | |
| And we dont matter verse 2 | |
| I flock to refugees | |
| Who flock to me | |
| The roots the coup | |
| And kick aside the genocide and the juice | |
| Comedians actors nuclear reactors | |
| Players and ballplayers | |
| Singers dancers and rhyme sayers | |
| Why do us like you do | |
| Ska dooFuck da residue | |
| Frustrated 5 on 2s | |
| No breaks for madd crews | |
| Nowwho the fuck is you | |
| Sick a you | |
| Community hoesis | |
| Who posin as moses | |
| In street clothist | |
| Who be the closest who blows it | |
| Every ryme be for the future of mankind | |
| Crazy heads cuttin off the dreds | |
| Ruin health | |
| Wit no knowledge of self | |
| Incomin taxes breakin backs off a blacks | |
| Who done 400 years in this abyss? | |
| And so im pissed the fuck at this new whirl odor | |
| So i piss verse 3 | |
| Some things in the air | |
| When the smoke clears | |
| Will it only be white folks and black jokes | |
| How many be gone | |
| If they bomb barbershops and hair salons | |
| Time to dot com | |
| Before they rub out clubs | |
| Where you get your drink on | |
| Mother father sister bro | |
| Love is the message | |
| But war be the front page | |
| In this message | |
| Ghetto celebs spread by the hundred | |
| Macked by the same tactics | |
| Wit us in a tundra | |
| Goin under | |
| Avoidin cries from sodimized | |
| SocietyScary getting screwed without a dictionary |
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