I didn't die right
I didn't die right
This is Harry Allen, hip-hop activist and media assassin, with Flavor Flave
Oh, what's the flavor, Flavor?
Yo, yo, yo, G, guess what happened
To the burned up hand that was clappin'?
Too good to be true
Getting all the guys turnt to gettin' doo-doo
Took it all for granted
'Til your life start turnin', turn things to slanting
Having everything to having nothing
Now this turkey ain't got no stuffing
On the couch, ill puffin'
To get you buffin', it's you that got cuffin'
Your family just did not believe me
'Til they heard it for themselves on TV
I called the crib, the clock said seven
More news at 11 (yo, Harry)
More news at 11 (fuck 'em, Harry)
More news at 11 (now Harry get the fax line)
More news at 11
More news at 11
I was watching the TV screen
Can't believe what I seen
Three guys tried to rob a store
Got more for what they bargained for
They shot them right before my eyes
All three just dropped like flies
If they only thought before they did it
Neither one of those three would have been with it
As they fell to the floor and got rougher
Now the family's got to suffer
Pallbearers got to carry them
While the families cry loud just to bury them
Newscast and people was heavily amazed
Flavor Flave just stared in a daze
Eyewitness News, channel seven
More news at 11
More news at 11
This is Harry Allen, hip-hop activist and media assassin
With my co-anchor Flavor Flave for P.E. TV
And by the way, if you still think that they're that type
Don't believe the hype
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I stand with the rumors, Zee
All those rumors? Fuck 'em, fuck all 'em rumors, man
No, no, Public Enemy ain't breakin' up
Term, Terminator X is not going solo
Flavor Flave is not in jail
Okay, talk to me about the future of Public Enemy
What's the future of Public Enemy?
None of your goddamn business