Stop In The Name... - Public Enemy

Be alright, bring it on, bring it on, yeah

Come on and I can

Alright, then, uh, yeah

I like it more when

Full fledgin', never sat on my legend

No shuffle or shoulder shruggin'

Uncle Tommin', nickel and dime rhymin'

This renegade rippin' rugged trax, I love it

Sorta black owned like da Denver Nuggets

The original harder hitter is back in black

On deck wit a turtleneck

Uh, ha, you can drink all you want

But hard don’t make da liquid matter you intake

The logical, sorta psychological

Brother like butter spread to one another

Lord, have mercy

Thicker da blunt and got sicker

Once upon a rhyme all bigger

Meant was for bigga cotton picker

Leave alone, the men from the mice

Who twice packs da gatt, turn into dirty rats

I’m comin' wit the antidote

I hope they cope to da rhythm I wrote

Come and get, oh, yes, Lord

Pawns in da game goin' down da drain

Final call to my race in pain

Stop in the name

Stop, stop in the name

Stop, stop in the name

Stop, stop in the name

Stop, stop in the name

Stop in the name

Stop, stop in the name

Stop, stop in the name

Stop in the name

Stop, stop in the name