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Public Enemy
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Public Enemy Goes 'internal linkOpen Source'?

2001-07-16

Public Enemy of "Fight the Power" fame is producing their next CD with an "open source" twist.  Each week, download a newly recorded a cappella vocal track from Public Enemy. Produce some music tracks around the vocals and upload your unique version back to them. Winners get $1,000 per song plus an album credit.  They're stressing innovation and quality. Go Techno or even Country if it works. This collection will fall under Public Enemy's own record label SlamJamz.com, as they move aggressively to retain more creative and marketing control of their products. PE is also partnering with House of Blues Digital for a DVD of Public Enemy live in concert. Both products are scheduled for release this year. Chuck D of Public Enemy is notorious for his  pro-Napster/anti-major label" views. In 1999, they released an MP3 version of their CD "There's A Poison Goin' On," before the release of the actual CD. This ruffled the fathers of many traditional retail outlets who initially responded by refusing to carry PE's CD in their stores. For details on the contest, go to SlamJamz.com.


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releases:

_Yo! Bum internal linkRush The Show_ (1987)
Public Enemy - Yo! Bum Rush The Show


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_It Takes A Nation Of Millions To Hold Us Back_ 12"atomjacked inventory cache (1988)
 
Public Enemy - It Takes A Nation Of Millions To Hold Us Back

  • parody - track _It'll Take Millions In Plastic Surgery To Make Me Black_ MP3atomjacked inventory cache by Kid606 off of _Down With The Scene_ on Ipecac (2000)


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    _Fear Of A Black Planet_ 12" on Def Jam/CBS 1989/1990
    (a)

    (b)

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    release _Apocalypse 91: The Enemy Strikes Black_ 12"x2atomjacked inventory cache on Def Jam (1991)

    Public Enemy - Apocalypse '91: The Enemy Strikes Black

    (produced by The Imperial Grand Ministers Of Funk)

    (a)

    (b) (c) (d) lyrics:

    _Lost At Birth_
    (Ridenhour - Robertz - Gary G-Wiz - Depper)

    Clear the way for the prophets of rage
    Engagin' on the stage, on a track
    Tell Jack stay in the back
    I was born
    Every level I'm on
    You're warned
    Just in case you forgot
    I pump in kilowatts
    To let 'em know which direction
    To go what's up I wanna know
    I test the front row
    Forgiven the givin' while the livin' is livin' it up
    So many people is sleepin' while standin' up
    Not dressed to impress or fess it
    That's it text to the brain like FedEx
    Treated one and the same
    'Cause the name of the game
    Don't give 'em checks above necks
    Some don't realize the same side
    Siddity in the city
    Suburbs or projects
    But we're livin' in a different internal linktime
    Some speed, some lead
    While some jus' pump rhymes
    Then again all in da same gang
    internal linkInfo to internal linkflow
    Information in formation

    And heal all below
    Let's go and find
    The piece of mind that's taken
    Or else the black
    or start internal linkbreakin'
    Public Enemy no. 1

    _Rebirth_
    (Ridenhour - Robertz - Gary G-Wiz - Depper)

    When I get down
    I give what go around
    And when I cough
    I do my best to cut it off
    I don't claim to be a preacher
    Not paid to be a teacher
    But I'm grown
    I try to be a leader to the bone
    Never could follow a man
    Wit' a bottle
    He's a baby wit' a beard
    Not a feared role model
    And they ask me where I got it
    I get it from my pops
    Wit' a man in the house
    All the bullshit stops
    Then I sing a song
    About what the hell is goin' wrong
    You never know
    If you only internal linktrust the TV and the radio
    These days
    You can't see who's in cahoots
    'Cause now the KKK
    Wears three-piece suits
    It's like that y'all, it's like that y'all
    In fact you know it's like that y'all

    _Nighttrain_
    (Ridenhour - Robertz - Gary G-Wiz - The JBL - Depper)

    Land of the free
    But the skin I'm in identifies me
    So the people around me
    Energize me
    Callin' all aboard this train ride
    Talkin' 'bout raw hardcore
    Leavin' frauds on the outside
    But the bad thing is anyone can ride the train
    And the reason
    For that is 'cause we look the same
    Lookin' all around at my so called friends
    Light skin to the brown
    The black
    Here we go again
    Homey over there knows Keith an
    But he be thiefin'
    I don't internal linktrust him
    Rather bust 'em
    Up out goes his hand and I cough
    He once stole from me
    Yeah I wanna cut it off
    The black thing is a ride I call the nighttrain
    It rides the good and the bad
    We call the monkey trained
    Trained to attack the black and it's true
    'Cause some of them look just like you
    Stayin' on the scene
    Sittin' on the train
    See all the faces
    Look about the same
    There go the sellout who's takin' a ride like Cargo
    'Cause he deal
    The keys from Key Largo
    Runnin' Nat narcotic
    By George he got it
    Takin' makin' the G erotic
    And the fiends they scheme
    So he can put 'em down
    But his method is wreck 'em
    Put 'em in tha ground
    Got tha nerve as hell
    To yell brother man
    He ain't black man
    Known to murder his own
    Traitor on the internal linkphone
    Ridin' the train
    Self-hater trained
    To sell pain
    The master's toy
    Little boy
    Hard to avoid he look wit' it but he null 'n' void
    'Cause he ridin' the train you think he down for the cause
    'Cause his face looks just like yours
    More of the same insane who sayin'
    Like internal linkflowin' like nighttrain
    Runnin' the pain of the black reign
    You look, you laugh
    You doubt and go out
    And I'm gone
    But the bass goes on
    To talk the talk, but walk the walk
    The king of New York
    Crack a lack attack the black
    To crack the back
    Once again I test a friend wit' sincerity
    Or consider him an enemy
    Who am I to tell a lie
    Rather push da bush
    Hope da cracker get crushed
    I'm rollin' wit' rush
    Leader of the bum rush
    Russian I ain't
    Spreadin' like paint
    Lookin' at the put I got
    And its kickin'
    But it ain't chicken
    But it's livin' for a city
    So sick 'n' tired
    Of a scene buckwild, piled in a file
    Senile or chile
    They said it never been no worser
    Than this, I'm on the nighttrain
    They hope ya don't miss it
    Give ya what dey gotta give you just go
    You musn't just put your
    internal linkTrust in every brother yo
    Some don't give a damn
    'Cause they the other man
    Worse than a bomb
    Posin' as Uncle Toms
    Disgracin' the race
    Blowin' up
    The whole crew
    Wit' some of them lookin'
    Just like you

    _Can't Truss It_
    (Ridenhour - Robertz - Gary G-Wiz - Depper)

    Bass in your face
    Not an internal linkeight 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 talkin' 'bout the one still goin' on
    I know
    Where I'm from, not dum diddie dum
    From the base motherland
    The place of the internal linkdrum
    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 wit 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 internal linkcontact
    Got me layin' on my back
    Rollin' in my own leftover
    When I roll over, I roll over on somebody else
    90 Fuckin' days on a slave ship
    Count 'em fallin' off 2, 3, 4 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 strive to survive, I pray to god to stay alive
    my Attitude boils inside
    And that ain't it (think I'll ever quit)
    Still I pray to get my hands 'round
    The neck of the man wit' the whip
    3 months pass, they brand a label on my ass
    To signify
    I'm 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 wit dat
    Can't truss it

    _MOVE!_
    (Ridenhour - Robertz - Gary G-Wiz - Depper)
    (Featuring Sister Souljah)

    Signed, sealed, delivered I B yours
    I pour it on the breaks
    Till it break laws
    Givin' the gabbin'
    So the brothers be havin' it
    Or else the five fingers of dope'll
    Be grabbin' it
    Wit' no complaints
    Givin' uppin' I ain't
    On the mike
    Like Karl Malone in the paint
    Why rip a rapper
    When he internal linkflow like internal linkwater
    I rather internal linkrush a television reporter
    The frauds that tried to front
    Watch ya back
    Stop pullin' those lil' stunts
    Assault and battery
    'Cause I snatched the internal linkbattery
    Off his back...the TV pack
    Why pop the rhyme
    On a rhymer when I kick it
    Rather spend my time, spittin' on a bigot
    Who pumped the pimp
    That fed the fiends
    He got jumped by the brothers in Ft. internal linkGreen
    They slapped the mack
    That kept us back
    Sucker suckin' the hood like drack
    So if ya draggin' us down
    Wit' the wack attitude
    Get up, internal linklookout, get out the way
    Move

    Signed
    Sealed
    Definition of a set-up
    Pourin' it on and won't let up
    'Cause f-a-l-l-i-n
    Never applied
    To this brother that tried
    To let ya know
    The folk of the American joke
    That kept us broke
    Now I'm ready to rap
    Strong fax I swing
    Like Bo Jax
    I'm never calm on a bomb track
    60 percent 3/fifths
    Constituted
    Huh prostituted
    Why I'm mad
    'Cause it's written on the paper
    Right now
    Muther Fuckers bow
    I Kicked
    The
    Lyric
    About
    The tricks
    Of the trade and the money made
    Who got the money betcha bottom
    Dollar bill
    Gonna find
    Some rich ol' bloodline
    But the blood is in the mud
    Take the whack and attack it
    Like a Skud
    To the patriotic hater
    That got paid off my people
    I'm rude
    Lookout, get out the way
    MOVE

    Signed
    An what I'm gettin' is mine
    I bring the noise
    To town
    So let's get down
    I cranked the beats
    Tearin' up the street
    And the park
    An it ain't Mozart
    Jack movin' out
    'Cause the black movin' in
    And its old
    I said it in
    Who Stole The Soul?
    (Listen) but 92 bring
    An attitude
    That say I don't give a
    Fuck
    About the old way
    This is a new day
    Tell Jack stay in the back
    And all the other
    Suckers
    That don't matter
    You got
    Somethin' to prove
    Scatter
    Get out the way
    MOVE!

    _1 Million Bottlebags_
    (Ridenhour - Robertz - Gary G-Wiz - Depper)

    One million bottlebags count 'em
    Think they can bounce the ounce
    And it get 'em
    Yo black spend 288 million
    Sittin' there waitin' for the fizz
    And don't know what the fuck it is
    An oh lemme tell you 'bout shorty
    He about seventeen lookin' like 40
    Treats his 40 dog better than his g
    When he gets a big b-o-t-t-l-e
    Oh he loves tha liquor
    But look watch shorty get sicker
    Year after year
    While he's thinkin' it's beer
    But it's not but he got it in his gut
    So what the fuck
    Yo niga what's up
    Now he's hostile to a brother lookin' out
    But I ain't mad I know what he's about
    He's just a slave to the bottle and the can
    'Cause that's his man
    The malt liquor man

    One million bags count 'em all
    Other man gets happy
    Watch the killas drink internal link8 ball
    Don't know a damn thing
    But his breath stinkin'
    Then I ask a question yo brother
    What the fuck is you drinkin'
    He don't know but it flow
    Out the bottle in a cup
    He call it gettin' fucked up
    Like we ain't fucked up already
    See the man they call Crazy Eddie
    Liquor man with the bottle in his hand
    He give the liquor man ten to begin
    Wit' no change and he run
    To get his brains rearranged
    Serve it to the home they're able
    To do without a table
    Beside what's inside ain't on the label
    They drink it thinkin' it's good
    But they don't sell the shit in the white neighborhood
    Exposin' the plan they get mad at me I understand
    They're slaves to the liquor man

    Back to my homeboy shorty
    He can drink it down
    And think nuttin' about it
    Pass it around and get tha 40 dog buzz
    At the same time
    Shorty can't remember what day it was
    Say I'm yellin' is fact
    Genocide kickin' in yo back
    How many times have you seen
    A black fight a black
    After drinkin' down a bottle
    Or a malt liquor six-pack
    Malt liquor bull
    What it is is bullshit Colt
    45 another gun to the brain
    Who's sellin' us pain
    In the hood another up to no good
    Plan that's designed by the other man
    But who drink it like internal linkwater
    On and on till the stores reorder it
    Brothers cry broke but they still affordin' it
    Sippin' it lick drink it down oh nooo
    Drinkin' poison but they don't know
    It used to be wine
    A dollar and a dime
    Same man, drinkin in another time
    They could be hard as hell and don't give a damn
    But still be a sucker to the liquor man

    _Shut Em Down_
    (Ridenhour - Robertz - Gary G-Wiz - Depper)

    I testified
    My mama cried
    Black people died
    When the other man lied
    See the TV, listen to me double trouble
    I overhaul and I'm comin'
    From the lower level
    I'm takin' tabs
    Sho nuff stuff to grab
    Like shirts it hurts
    Wit a neck to wreck
    Took a poll 'cause our soul
    Took a toll
    From the education
    Of a TV station
    But look around
    Hear go the sound of the wreckin' ball
    Boom and Pound
    When I
    Shut 'em down
    1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9
    What I use in the battle for the mind
    I hit it hard
    Like it supposed
    Pullin' no blows to the nose
    Like uncle L said I'm rippin' up shows
    Then what it is
    Only 5 percent of the biz
    I'm addin' woes
    That's how da way it goes
    Then U think I rank never drank, point blank
    I own loans
    Suckers got me runnin' from the bank
    Civil liberty I can't see to pay a fee
    I never saw a way to pay a sap
    To read the law
    Then become a victim of a lawyer
    Don't know ya, never saw ya
    Tape cued
    Gettin' me sued
    Playin' games wit' my head
    What the judge said put me in the red
    Got me thinkin' 'bout a trigger to the lead
    No no
    My education mind say
    Suckers gonna pay
    Anyway
    There gonna be a day
    'Cause the troop they roll in
    To posse up
    Whole from the ground
    Ready to go
    Throw another round
    Sick of the ride
    It's suicide
    For the other side of town
    When I find a way to shut 'em down
    Who count the money
    In da neigborhood
    But we spendin' money
    To no end lookin' for a friend
    In a war to the core
    Rippin' up the poor in da stores
    Till they get a brother
    Kickin' down doors
    Then I figure I kick it bigger
    Look 'em dead in the eye
    And they wince
    internal linkDefense is pressurized
    They don't want it to be
    Another racial attack
    In disguise so give some money back
    I like Nike but wait a minite
    The neighborhood supports so put some
    Money in it
    Corporations owe
    Dey gotta give up the dough
    To da town
    or else
    We gotta shut 'em down

    _Bring Tha Noize_
    (Ridenhour - Shocklee - Sadler - Anthrax)

    Bass! How low can you go?
    Death row what a brother knows
    Once again, back is the incredible
    The rhyme animal
    The incredible D. Public Enemy number one
    Five-O said "Freeze!" and I got numb
    Can't I tell 'em that I really never had a gun?
    But it's the wax that the Terminator X spun
    Now they got me in a cell 'cause my records they sell
    'Cause a brother like me said "Well
    Farrakhan's a prophet and I think you ought to listen to
    What he can say to you, what you ought to do"
    Follow for now, power to the people say,
    "Make a miracle. D, pump the lyrical"
    Black is back, all in, we're gonna win
    Check it out, yeah y'all, here we go again

    Chorus:
    Turn it up! Bring tha noize!

    Never badder than bad 'cause the brother is madder than mad
    At the fact that's corrupt as a senator
    Soul on a roll, but you treat it like soap on a rope
    'Cause the beats in the lines are so dope
    Listen for lessons I'm saying inside music that the critics are blasting me for
    They'll never care for the brothers and sisters now across the country has us up for the
    war

    We got to demonstrate, come on now, they're gonna have to wait
    Till we get it right
    Radio Stations I question their blackness
    They call themselves black, but we'll see if they play this

    Chorus

    Get from in front of me, the crowd runs to me
    My deejay is warm, he's X, I call him Norm, ya know
    He can cut a record from side to side
    So what, the ride, the glide should be much safer than a suicide
    Soul control, beat is the father of your rock'n'roll
    Music for whatcha, for whichin', you call a band, man
    Makin' a music, abuse it, but you can't do it, ya know
    You call 'em demos, but we ride limos, too
    Whatcha gonna do? Rap is not afraid of you
    Beat is for Sonny Bono, beat is for Yoko Ono
    Run DMC first said a deejay could be a band
    Stand on its feet, get you out your seat
    Beat is for Eric B, and L.L. as well, hell
    Wax is for Anthrax, still it can rock bells
    Ever forever, universal, it will sell
    Time for me to exit, Terminator X-it

    Chorus

    From coast to coast, so you stop being like a comatose
    'Stand, my man? The beat's the same with a boast dose
    Rock with some pizzazz, it will last why you ask?
    Roll with the rock stars, still never get accepted as
    We got to pleed the fifth, we can investigate
    Don't need to wait, get the record straight
    Hey, posse's in effect, got the Flavor Terminator
    X to sign checks, play to get paid
    We got to check it out down on the avenue
    A magazine or two is dissing me and dissing you
    Yeah, I'm telling you


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    hacker - internal linkMINOR THREAT (1972-Present)- Former member of Public Enemy (the internal linkhacker group, not the band). Co-programmer of ToneLoc (with Mucho Maas), which he began in 1990. Available at mthreat@paranoia.com. [Handle comes from the name of an early internal link1980s DC hardcore internal linkpunk band.]
     
     

    Public Enemy ca. 1987 photo by Glen E. Friedman


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