Låttexter: Public Enemy. Anti-Nigger Machine.

When I'm talkin' rhyme time
To blow your mind time some say
It's nothing worse than a verse
To hear some nigger curse

They call me rude
Some dudes fiery attitude
Claimin' I boast, smoke
And sometimes sing the blues

I twang metal and settle
Try to never back pedal
From the power some got
To get a nigger shot

The null and void I avoid
I test the paranoid
Never had to be bad
My mama raised me mad

So what I got is hot
Love my life a lot
I'm never sad just glad
That's why I thank my dad

Once they never gave a fuck about what I said
Now they listen and they want my head
This is what I mean a Anti-nigger Machine

Instead of peace the police
Just wanna wreck and flex
On the kid
What I did was try to be the best

So they fingered the trigger
Figured I was a bigger nigger
And started to search
So I headed west

Went to Cali a rally
Was for a brothers death
It was the fuzz who shot him
An not da blood or cuzz

I wondered why it was like
So I just held my mike
But in my mind I was blind
So I just tried to find

A reason we was
Just the way that we was
So I just stayed in the crib
Until I got a buzz