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Siick
04:52
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This song is sick
Where the people are sick
Man this air is thick
Can’t breathe right 25 world feels sick
Economy’s flipped stocks done took a dip
CEO chaos now everybody sick
AI running sht human beings kicked
Outta their jobs now you really sick
Politicians talking with that lying trick
Promises promises but none that stick
Dreams dissolving like a candle wick
No problem solvin the people tricked
In a world gone down with leaders sick
Lost in the shot clock that tick tick tick
No dancin on the edge now isn’t that sick
Voices lost in the noises
Y’all trying to pick
Truth in the shadows now ain’t that sick
Society spinning, got cold like brick
Walls going up, yet crumbling quick
Voices silent, nothing to click
2026 it’s all looking sick
This song is sick this society sick
Where the nation be sick
Hatred be sick
Temperature rising climate thick
Weather patterns changing got y’all sick
Natures furious can’t duck that shit
Mama earths response gots y’all sick
Eyes on screens vision got sick
Lost in the media yo minds done slipped
Communication dead emoji’s picked
Feelings numbed out, emotionally sick
Truth buried deep now ain’t that sick
You in love with a bot and mad at it
Hours of chaos that love is a trick
Oceans rise see that oil slick
Clock running out no flavor switch
They scared of aging no magic fix
Technology chains y’all thought y’all picked
The future is locked ain’t that a bitch
This track is sick Heart attack sick
Broke like a stroke Blood pressure sick
No joke Clock running out no flavor switch
They all scared of aging no magic fix
Eyes are glazed Hypnotic flick
Voices screaming They just a click
Disconnected heads Connections sick
Identified lost Society sick
The voices are silent...
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2. |
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Flavor Flav is Focus
I’m back to the game just killing you jokers
Rock Hall better know who the goat is
Planet Hollywood Better know who the host is
Catch me at the bar feeding people mimosas
Me and Chuck back everybody can post this
This is for the fans and all the posters
Hey there’s not a time I’m moving ferocious
Flavor’s at the bar you could take it in doses
My Uzi weighs a ton. All you haters can hold this.
Fingers in the air to you culture vultures
Flav come through since your boy been sober
Catch me on tour I’m around the solar
This is how you went from New York to Angola
It’s been about a minute not a break is over
King Swift Are your boy is a roller
No stumblin mumbling
Gangster dice tumbling
Jabo Clyde Stubblefield lovin
Ain’t that something Polyester rubbin
When yall hearing These S1W Beats come in
Break them sticks Over hi hats and bass kicks
MCs no longer Rhyme like this
Some of them spend the rhyme
Singing to keyboards ringing
Whistling dixie Watch most of it miss me
Kiss me We gonna have lotsa fun
Dancin, skatin on these hard core drums
Son we rock ya mama Grandmama tell her
These drums make her go Grab a young fella
Fela fela These beats is danger
Rampage the key orchestrator
Arranger Oh Felony?
Is that what y’all telling me?
He made these beats in 5 minutes
Are you kidding me!?!?
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3. |
What Eye Said
03:17
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It takes a Nation Is it just my hallucination?
These microphones Designed like war drones
Who drop bombs
Upon women children and moms
Gots the nerve to bring it here In this atmosphere
Who really cares? Even those closest near
Pickup trucks creatin fear
Who wake up caught Mad at the mirror
Woke with nobody to hear ya
With a bad attitude Forget how you look
Because ugly is under your face my dude
No biggie I figured Can you rap a verse
Without first writing a curse
Diamond in the teeth Media beef
Diggin the scene on the sht I’m seeing Hmmmm…
Create fast like
Your gonna die tomorrow
Posting ain’t talking Texting ain’t writing
Scrolling and reading
Grits ain’t groceries cyborg soul
Chess ain’t checkers
I’m in a world you can hope to get to
Better pray your current world
Don’t forget you let you
I’m everywhere nowhere at the same time
Should be a crime Now losing my rhyme
64 bars to memorize Saw a shrink to help me get it hypnotized Hmmmm…
Five fingers of Black Death
Hypertension Diabetes Cancer Stress
Toxic worst of everything
Bad food fueling the youth
Killin middle age Killing OG’s too
More than street beef and shootin
Is it beef stuck in your teeth What is you doin?
Time is like a river
Running like dark liquor on the liver
Fix my moth to deliver Hmmmm…
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4. |
Cmon Get Down
02:55
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This is Flavor Flav season
Rollie bust down no I’m not leaving
Hype man chameleon I never stop breathing
Catch me on tour, this is how I’m freaking
Get into this money every single weekend
Yeah you can get your face leaking
Put that on God this is how I’m speaking
This is revelations and this is what I’m preaching
No swine your boy strictly vegan
The devil’s a liar, and trying to ease in
You voted for wrong that’s treason
I’m buzzing the streets like Tommy Eagan
See I’m back on my grind you people sleeping
See I’m walking in Faith this is how I’m leaping
You see the PE logo press allegiance
Flavor Flav on deck you know the reason!!!
Get it 1973 never forget it
New York city when them Yankees forfeited
The next 2 years as the ballpark quitted
Hip hop saved the day and the people got wit it
South Bronx before dem major league fitteds
Rappers found a record Let the DJ spin it
Breakers break to What the DJ Play
Get on down to what the MC say
Rock on get down to the sound
Peace unity love in the New York town
5 boroughs Metropolitan thorough
Connecticut Strong Island New Jersey circle
Upstate how Hip Hop spread around
The USA the whole world see the planet get down
Get Down Just spread it around
It’s this OG hip hop in your town
Don’t frown stop messing around
It’s this old school Rap comin to your town
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5. |
Evil Ways
04:32
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Lawlessness Badlands
Uncivilized You a bad man
But even the baddest
Savages eventually get humbled by the averages
Donkey of the day Ass with no pass
Addicted to the screens screaming for the laughs
What I got to do with you being you
River deep, mountain high like the best of your crew
I got the leader of the pack that don’t give a track
About nobody praying In a whirl they be playing
Why swole your ego to think you gonna
Getaway with crime Cameras everywhere this ain’t 1985
You got to change Your evil way
No gangster It ain’t the way I wanna go
You gots to change these strangers
A better way I want y’all to know
Change Your Evil way
What goes up Comes back down
Gravity gotta way to bring down clowns
Stumbling on the face tumbled down a staircase
Evil is a terrible waste Let’s go download this muther for ya... We the roll baby
Millennial wild crack rugged grandchild
Bone chillin killers Movie made matinee thriller
Gun gun gun Homie homicide take a ride
Run run run Yo, you cannot hide
From your folly hello dolly Unless you get a pardon
A Biden by a law You and I never saw
Let these gangsters out the door
Gots the nerve of a red pickup truckin mother
Son of a bad ass Magger hunting down in Badlands
Woke up mad in the mirror With a bad attitude
Ugly is under that face my dude
Everything ain’t funny another slave to the money
Hunted down like a dog now
You’se a slave to the runnin
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6. |
Sexegenarian
03:06
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Here’s to the young to the old
Different chapters different books
Truth be told 35 and wild I’m 65 and wise
Generations apart both trying to rise
Up beyond clashing ages
Smoking stages protesting through the rages
65 and coolin live Life’s a vape in my hand
You 35 and stressed trying to make it man
I hear you Damn about doubt just run them laps
But you luv them apps so I’mma take this nap
Cause you drunk on fame tryin to get that name
Chasing them likes instead of rocking the mic
If great is wack then I’m silver and black
At this stage and age I raid that sour grapes attack
You are what you ate you think how you drink
Sexagenarian Vape the Box and The Tapes
Texting fast you’re on the go I’m takin it slow
You hitting screen I gotta book, Yo!
Think I’m worried about looks no
Forget trends and friends you don’t know
Vapin the future avoid the mess tripping on stress
Pop Pop got that Hiphop
Makes that pop pop pop stop
I don’t hit bars never bought a new car
Sexagenarian Vape
I rock the box and the tapes
Fear of a black superhero
Wearing the cape
At this age I smoke the stage
Sexagenarian Vape
Sexagenarian Vape
I digs into them Old school crates
Thumbing through them OG greats
Away from the Age of sour grapes of hate
Sexagenarian Vape
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7. |
Messy Hens
03:22
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The F the L the A the V
The one the only
This is me boy…
Drunk People talking bout ME
I let them talk, I let them gossip
I’mma keep doing me, and I won’t stop it
But I ain’t worried I’m too busy I ain’t worried
Making hits in a hurry
They be drunk, they be gossipin’
See this clock ain’t no stoppin it
I ain’t bothered, lets get it poppin yo
Hall of fame I’m the roll and rockin it
What they know about the Flavor Flav lifestyle?
They say I’m crazy maybe I’m wild
Ain’t Worried Bout another Sucker
Talkin Bout Messy Hens on Hennessy
Gossipin Trippin On Me
Flavor Flav, the clock-wearing legend
Got women talkin’ ‘bout him, but I ain’t stressin’
But drunk suckers talkin’ ‘bout me and my clocks
But I ain’t worried, I’m too busy makin’ hits nonstop
Flavor Flav the one and only
Clocks on my neck, yo wait a second
They don’t know nothin’ ‘bout me
Doin what I wanna do
The F the L the A the V the one and only
My legacy is never phony
Ain’t Worried Bout another Sucker
Talkin Bout Messy Hens on Hennessy
Gossipin Trippin On Me
Drunk people talkin’ ‘bout my clocks
I ain’t worried, I won’t stop
Flavor Flav I make Hip Hop
Kiss my clock they can kick rocks
I’mma keep doing me till my time stops
Hip Hop legend known around the world
I’m too busy being Flav, girl
So let em talk, let em gossip
I’m a keep doing me they can’t stop it
Drunk people talking about me
Ain’t Worried Bout another Sucker
Talkin Bout Messy Hens on Hennessy
Gossipin Trippin On Me
Stop these Messy Hens on Hennessy messing with me
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Fooled around and found out
Thought it didn’t count
Now the symphony of chaos
Singing sounds of doom and doubt
Hell is near the writing on the wall is clear
Public Opinion boiled in the year of fear
The dreamers the fighters the bold from the ashes
Just us look out as the wall crashes
The youth the future the echo the cries
Time is now woke up realized the rise
The wise operator teaching from the third eye
Policy is poisoned Bibles pointed to the sky
Why cities drownin Forests burning up the skies
Global climate shifted ain’t nobody believe those guys?
Those that don’t know don’t they always be talking
Those that always talking seem to really never know
Fools fool fools Kill that Autotune
Jigga told y’all years ago There ain’t enough room
Nature yelling loud speaking in loud raging cries
History repeats in the ignorance of time
January wake 2025 survive reimagined struggle
As these ages rewind
Fools fool fools Spinning webs of deceit
In the game of power who not feeling that heat
Bang them drums so their mamma can get some
Set the world on fire as they run run run
This masquerade parade spinning in web of charades
The game of power got the blood coming down in the shower
Fools fool fools Lying behind their likes
Used to be 5 mic the liars change the rules
Truth be told they killin life like black mold
So young can never get old it’s dangerous to behold
So called land of liberty watch Democracy shakes
As the world turns and as the Earth quakes
Dreams reborn in the ashes of deceit
Harmonies found on this bomb ass beat
Fools fool fools but the wise will rise
Locally to globally righteousness... Survives
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Flavor Flav fresh off the plane
Got your boy in the Rock Hall of Fame
You see my clock Dookie chain
Since the 80s your boy got the fame
I’ve been on that money train
More groupies that I can’t explain
This time around I ain’t playing no games
Haters hate I’m burn em them in the flames
I ball just like LeBron James
Public Enemy tour that’s how we bang
You miserable niggas is all lame
Lollapalooza me, and my gang
You niggas is wishing I never came
Y’all just Pinky and The Brain
Or you suckers could take this in pain
My Lambo outside that purple rain
Your boys is a legend I’ll leave a stain
You can call me Crazy Doctor Strange
You don’t stop
See we never drop the hip when we hop
I got 99% percent and a trick ain’t one
Miuzi weighs a ton so we never really had to run
Comin thru so it’s time to put it on ya
Protest hear a riot goin on ya
Cut the check from here to California
I talk race, yo ass think in Daytona
Flav a swinger, I’m the mad thinker
This spit contingentw here y’all thinkin as a soul singer
Reparation poor sister still linger
Spit a fly verse spot a fly track
Nowadays I still curse Truth hurts it’s wack
40 acres we still lack, depression Smoked a fool sack
Sht I’m never gonna get my fkn quarterback
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10. |
Ageism
04:05
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Been their age they ain’t never been mine
People don’t dance no more They AI
Watching nodding starin at the dance floor
What y’all think these drums is for?
Left right body ya stereo at least skate that ass
Gotcha cardio
This sweat ain’t played on your radio
What’s that, Youtube? Means a video
Samples cleared have no fear
Songs that mean something or else they outta here
Talking loud sayin nothing you know the steez
C-Doc is Brian Eno... Next beat please
Ageism stuck in the bitterverse
Get up and pretend that sht don’t hurt
Pharma Farming out to one big curse
What the???? I wanna get reimbursed
Rhyme gymnastics Nasty I’m 6-4
Not in height it’s the age and stage I fight
Father Time ain’t never lost
Voice a earthquake
Don’t forget Mother Nature still a boss
See the Black Planet they fear
Y’all lucky if you get here
Black don’t crack but it can die
Rhymes that got nothing can’t answer questions why
If you gonna get down without thinking
Old age villains smoking drinking
Park the Lincoln I’m telling my ageism
Sh*t is way worse than racism, Call your mama…
This the curmudgeon clap
Call it Armageddon rap Now believing heathen
Who swore real money was the church of crack
40 years later Wild child try to style that
TV shows and movies Damn, I’m call it wack
White execs getting checks try to bring it back
Green light in some dark ass times
That’s why I’m spitting these old ass rhymes
Mongrel still selling as a glory time
Watchin Black mogul catchin jail time
Impeach the government before he even startin it
Y’all follow those Bots and got a piece of Double Mint
Dissed a sister just like they dissed your mama
47 is the president but I voted for Kamala
I’m 65 partially blind in one eye
Got the nerve to compare me to another fucking time
I’m running the same goddamn thing you running
Up the side of my mouth but you young gunnin
With no excuse so you better
I’m a sit out and watch while you fuck around and find out
And run into a go getta Tell Maria I’mma write this letter
I don’t drink what you drink I don’t smoke what you smoke
In fact I don’t drink at all but you can drown in waterfalls
Pharmaceuticals out for you and I only rub alcohol
Funeral homes wanting your final call
I don’t dig what you dig I don’t pick up your slang
Enough with the old bitter verse I can’t hang
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The world go round Gee, Round and round Gee
Knock Us Down We, Won’t Stop Now Be
Leaders Lie Cheat, Haters Fight These
People Die Streets, World on Fire
You Can’t Stop Me, Man its Crazy
Human Life Been Replaced by AI
Flavor Flav still the same
No Way I Ever Change
Time Moves on But The Clock Remains
Whatcha got
You gotta do something (3x)
The Hits Just Keep on Coming
Get It, for we cannot stop
We must get in this Revolution
Wake Up America, Wake Up, Come on!
Rap verses, Catchy hooks
Turn up that dial, One for the books
Yo Bum Rush the Style, Papa Gone Wild
Hits Keep on Coming, Oh Whoop that Child
Let the Beats Drop, Let the Hits Play
Peep the Speakers, Do What Flavor Say
Listen, Y’all Got Radio Permission
Hit em Hard, Knock em out of commission
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12. |
March Madness
02:54
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Yeah, Yeah
Now I’m America’s Nightmare
A Debonair Black Millionaire (Boy)
Sick of these crooked politicians who aint playin fair
Shut up, too much talk, We know you dont care
Kids making war, Hands in the air
Yeahhh Booyyy! We still gonna bring noise
These troops will deploy, Word up
Better run better run better run run run
911 is still a joke
So no
Motherfucker you aint getting my vote
You don’t want this smoke
Flavor flav is the goat
I don’t need to throw hands
I got bands and bands
March Madness
Tell Em Who’s the Baddest
Step Into the Blackness
Right, Left, Left, Right, Left
Right, Left, Left, Right, Left
Trigger Happy High
Wanna ask a question
Does a gun need to be in the school
And teacher nones
Kids supposed to have fun
None of this
Run for cover
For your life, son
Grade One to Twelve
Even kindergarten
Need security
From this sick trend started
Left right marching
To the courtyard
Lines of school personnel
Escaping from this hell
Over and over again
Dream turned nightmare
Parents dropping off their children in fear
Lawmakers acting scared
Off the NRA
Refusing to change
Year after year
Letting em fall down the stairs
To get out of the building
Full of blood stained tears
March Madness
Tell Em Who’s the Baddest
Step into the Blackness
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Public Enemy have spent over 35 years delivering powerful messages that challenge institutional injustices and call for change. Their musical and lyrical intensity, eloquence and depth are an explosive combination that feeds both mind and soul. PE have released 15 studio albums, toured 100+ countries, are in the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame and have received a GRAMMY Lifetime Achievement Award. ... more
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