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Godd Complexx
Public Enemy feat. Umar Bin Hassan
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Are you ready?
Son
Up, down on the corner, uptown
Up, down on the corner, uptown
I turn around and hear the sound of voices
Talkin' 'bout who's goin' to die next
'Cause the white man's got a God complex
Tellin' niggas screamin' for help
(Help me, help me, help me, help me)
Nigga go make your own help, shit you need it
I turn around and hear the sound of jukeboxes playin' in bars
Pimps parked outside in big pretty Flavor Flav cars
Cleaner than a broke dick dog, sittin' in a big fine frog
Dressed very fine and fly in their Calvin Kani
No matter how you flex
Yo Jim
They'll die next
'Cause the white man's got a God complex
Uptown on the corner
Uptown on the corner
Uptown on the corner
Uptown on the corner
Hey, brother what you sport my man
I got just the thing for you
Only 'cause you're ten and two
What ya gonna do baby
I got black ones
Brown ones
Red ones
Yellow ones
I even got a white one
If you want to buy some
Yeah
That's right
2-5-8 play it straight
Got it all worked out
I know what I'm talkin' 'bout
Yo, I been readin' my dream books
So I ain't no way the kid is gonna get took
Nigga what you mean
I didn't hit
Nigga
You full of shit
Nigga
Lick the ice (uh)
Now 7
Come on be nice and hit 11
Well what do you know
It's little Joe
Ay, my man
Got twenty dollars eh lil Joe don't blow
Ah, baby needs a new pair of shoes
Ah, pappa's got the funky blues
Ah, mamma plays the crosswords in the news
Snake eyes, sorry nigga you lose
The line forms to the rear lady mother fuck your welfare cheques
'Cause the white man's got a God complex
Uptown on the corner
Uptown on the corner
Uptown on the corner
Uptown on the corner
Mr. Stein elevating a friend
But is proud to be mine
But you just want to cheat me 'cause I ain't your kind
Damn
Can't you see the place falling down, no
You can't dig it 'cause you ain't around
Damn, I'm so poor
I don't know what the hell I'mma do anymore
Not from this day to the next
'Cause, the white man's got a God complex
(Uptown, I'm God)
I'm making guns (uptown, I'm God)
I'm making bombs (uptown, I'm God)
I'm making gas (uptown, I'm God)
I'm making free machines (uptown, I'm God)
Purgatory bills (uptown, I'm God)
Come in they dicscover them (uptown, I'm God)
Kill the Japanese with the A-bomb (uptown, I'm God)
Killers still killing black people (uptown, I'm God)
And still slaving on th earth (uptown, I'm God)
They've gone way into the moon (uptown, I'm God)
I'm God (uptown, I'm God)
I'm God, I'm God (uptown, I'm God)
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