Black Is Back - Public Enemy

Full blown, rap, rock and roll

Whatever happened to solid gold?

Ain’t like it can’t and won’t get sold

Sold by the same cats that stole your soul

Back on a track, don’t sound too old

What’s goin' on?

I don’t know, it’s trouble

Back in black to bust that bubble

Black Superman’s back and not Daredevil

Don’t wear throwbacks cause I’m a throwback

So I threw that throwback on the racks

So let’s go back, just way on back

Before 8 tracks and Cadillacs

Cats still on crack, screamin' what they lack

And it started with your baby on Similac

Don’t get me started, get it up to speed

Gettin' back your soul is what you need

Black is back

Get on the soul train, get your soul drained

If your soul’s drained, backed right to your brain

Keep the peoples away from P.E.

the peeps

So the top 10 joints kill 'em all asleep

So what they got, you think is hot

But the real things in life, your soul forgot

Don’t hear it on the radio or MTV

I damn don’t know about BET

If we can’t reach 'em, damn can’t teach 'em

Somebody hatin' cause we got the information

Do this once a moon like an eclipse

So back to them politics off my lips

Tell the scared beware of them ghetto tricks

Tell the government, please stay off my dick

The Cris whatever I never sip

Keep the whole damn bottle, I don’t even trip