Hazy Shade Of Criminal Lyrics by Public Enemy

Hazy Shade Of Criminal

Ridenhour - drayton - the jbl - robertz - gary g-wiz

Reach uppity reach gotta reach
Power to the people & the beats
Some people accuse some people of crimes
Some people get away wit losin my rhyme
They dont like where Im comin from
So dey play dumb
Dumb diggetty dumbb diggetty dumb
But Im tellin you what they do
Play a fool
While the real thief cools in a pool
He who got the finger on the war button
Talkin loud aint sayin nuttin
Tv got em bigger than life
All he needs is a knife
Whos the criminal?

To the blind def & dumb
Hard to see em comin
Dont be dumb diggety dumb
Politikin writin bad checks
Still dey gettin wreck
Goin fo a nigga neck
Rollin in a blue n white gang
Ready to bang biggedy bang
Hangin round da hangin rope
Nope n-o-p-e
I aint bendin for the soap
Never understood why the hood
Half od whos in da joint
Now dey got me losin my point
Gotta have it goin on
Born criminal born

Take a piece of america back
But who had it first
Hear the indian curse

Robbed & stole so many so much
It aint funny
Now who got em face on money

Politician passin a bill paid in full
C-note rockin in a pocket
How they livin makin sure they
Lockin us up I got a feelin im...

When it come to somethin we say
What dey dont like is a brother like me
On da mike

In fact to the gritty aint none of us wack
Noriega had back

Jeffrey dahmer enter the room without cuffs

How the hell do we set stuffed
In da back of a cell
On an isle
Aint it wild
Whats a criminal?

Only if I had one more time to kick
The rhythm that keep rippin down the door
So the real crominals get exposed behind the clothes
Doors n the suits that make n break da law

Lookin for my own cause I had enuff bull
I cant understand it must be crooked
Way they planned it

Police supposed to keep the peace
But I cant truss em
So I keep my piece
Loaded & cocked
cause I dont miss the block
Im talkin about the ones who dont get chained to the rock
While we go away for the neighborhood crime
Never liked what I saw in the law
Indiana tress hangin us instead of leaves
We hangin the rope
Real criminals...