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  1. Back in the day ppl related to the rejected because it showed ppl we all had struggles and the rejected that had a voice stayed humble and used their voices to help. Not today the ppl that were rejected at one time nowadays uses their voices and positions to hurt. I watched and listened to ppl that i ciuld relate to the most. Ex i watched the kardashians because of kloe rhoa because of nene and i like kenya drake because he was rejected krs one was homeless etc

  2. i agree on some of these comments saying this is real hip hop but now hip hop today is wack old school hip hop was putting out messages and waking people up thats why i stick to old school hip hop

  3. Who else remember this…
    word up magazine had a article about P.E so many people was tryin to shut up P.E, they where scared about what chuck was sayin, and how they felt! Fuckin clowns…its fuckin sad…all his shit he started preaching in "Yo..bum rush the show" All these years later…people still can relate to what he was sayin back then….its crazy!

  4. "427 to the year, do you understand? That's why it's hard for the black to love the land". Chuck's rhymes we're more about educating white kids about the plight of black Americans, than they were just preaching to the choir (Black America). They enabled white Americans to see the country through the eyes of disenfranchised black Americans, & brought attention to issues that most whites would otherwise never have even considered. A lot of white people never take the time to place themselves in black peoples shoes, & see how they would feel in that position (some are unable, & others don't want to). Chuck D is the Malcolm X of my generation. Public Enemy represents hip-hop at it's absolute best.

  5. They are in the Rock and Roll hall of fame they have an opportunity to tell their own story they could even have Ice Cube produce and or direct it it will happen when they feel like they need the money the NWA movie was more about EZE's wife making money than it was about the story being told

  6. That's y I go as hard as I do. Mfs not shit but I don't blame everyone but what would the world do without us? There is value in everyone I forgive but I don't forget or hold grudges.what I so, is be my own type of revolutionary for all struggling, suffering. One thing nobody can do is silence a heart that speaks volumes regardless if the mouth is silence. There is a voice that speaks for those who can't or afraid to, not excusing wrongs, but deep enough to understand that there could be things misunderstood, stories never told. A heart and soul that never dies beyond The physical and that loves those that even despise us in some way that can't be explained..that feels pain but moves through it and uses it as a stepping stone rather than a stumbling block,strong enough to carry those hurt on our backs and to hold those that need it when we wasn't held by them.the strength to keep going when you can't, from our ancestors regardless of where they came from, and from our inner self that sustains and maintains us here and beyond. Our live is a song..our very heartbeat beyond the physical heart, the pulse that is the origin of life itself through all of its trials and tribulations… The force that never stops that sees beyond man's views and just is

  7. Bass in your face
    Not an eight track
    Gettin' it good to the wood
    So the people
    Give you some a dat
    Reactin' to the fax
    That I kick and it stick
    And it stay around
    Pointin' to the joint, put the Buddha down
    Goin', goin', gettin' to the roots
    Ain't givin' it up
    So turn me loose
    But then again I got a story
    That's harder than the hardcore
    Cost of the holocaust
    I'm talin' 'bout the one still goin' on
    I know
    Where I'm from, not dum diddie dum
    From the base motherland
    The place of the drum
    Invaded by the wack diddie wack
    Fooled the black, left us faded
    King and chief probably had a big beef
    Because of dat now I grit my teeth
    So here's a song to the strong
    'Bout a shake of a snake
    And the smile went along with dat
    Can't truss it
    Kickin' wicked rhymes
    Like a fortune teller
    'Cause the wickedness done by Jack
    Where everybody at
    Divided and sold
    For liquor and the gold
    Smacked in the back
    For the other man to mack
    Now the story that I'm kickin' is gory
    Little Rock where they be
    Dockin' this boat
    No hope I'm shackled
    Plus gang tackled
    By the other hand swingin' the rope
    Wearin' red, white and blue Jack and his crew
    The guy's authorized beat down for the brown
    Man to the man, each one so it teach one
    Born to terrorize sisters and every brother
    One love who said it
    I know Whodini sang it
    But the hater taught hate
    That's why we gang bang it
    Beware of the hand
    When it's comin' from the left
    I ain't trippin' just watch ya step
    Can't truss it
    An I judge everyone, one by the one
    Look here come the judge
    Watch it here he come now
    I can only guess what's happ'nin'
    Years ago he woulda been
    The ships captain
    Gettin' me bruised on a cruise
    What I got to lose, lost all contact
    Got me layin' on my back
    Rollin' in my own leftover
    When I roll over, I roll over in somebody else's
    Ninety fuckin' days on a slave ship
    Count 'em fallin' off two, three, four hun'ed at a time
    Blood in the wood and it's mine
    I'm chokin' on spit feelin' pain
    Like my brain bein' chained
    Still gotta give it what I got
    But it's hot in the day, cold in the night
    But I thrive to survive, I pray to god to stay alive
    Attitude boils up inside
    And that ain't it (think I'll every quit)
    Still I pray to get my hands 'round
    The neck of the man wit' the whip
    Three months pass, they brand a label on my ass
    To signify
    Owned
    I'm on the microphone
    Sayin' 1555
    How I'm livin'
    We been livin' here
    Livin' ain't the word
    I been givin'
    Haven't got
    Classify us in the have-nots
    Fightin' haves
    'Cause it's all about money
    When it comes to Armageddon
    Mean I'm getting mine
    Here I am turn it over Sam
    427 to the year
    Do you understand
    That's why it's hard
    For the black to love the land
    Once again
    Bass in your face
    Not an eight track
    Gettin' it good to the wood
    So the people
    Give you some a dat
    Reactin' to the fax
    That I kick and it stick
    And it stay around
    Pointin' to the joint, put the Buddha down
    Goin', goin', gettin' to the roots
    Ain't givin' it up
    So turn me loose
    But then again I got a story
    That's harder than the hardcore
    Cost of the holocaust
    I'm talin' 'bout the one still goin' on
    I know
    Where I'm from, not dum diddie dum
    From the base motherland
    The place of the drum
    Invaded by the wack diddie wack
    Fooled the black, left us faded
    King and chief probably had a big beef
    Because of dat now I grit my teeth
    So here's a song to the strong
    'Bout a shake of a snake
    And the smile went along with dat
    Can't truss it

  8. I be JAMMIN' to this in my car – people be lookin' at me. I don't care! lol "Still I plan to get my hands around the neck of the man with the whip!"

  9. man I remember listing to this track right after getting bashed like a dog ..n I'm talking way before Rodney king ..I was the first medateranion boy living in Australia to cop it….I hope each and everyone of those police burn in hell for the rest of there lives …

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