積分
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Public Enemy
Künstler:in
C-DOC
Kratzen
Johnny "Juice" Rosado
Anderes Instrument
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
David Charles Snyder
Komponist:in
Carlton Ridenhour
Komponist:in
Tracy Marrow
Komponist:in
Parish "PMD" Smith
Komponist:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
C-DOC
Produzent:in
Shawn Franklin
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
JP Hesser
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
歌詞
[Verse 1]
(Ho!)
(Ho!)
(Ho!)
(Ho!)
[Verse 2]
(Come on!)
Haters gonna hate
Fakers gonna fake
Breakers gonna break
Neophytes gonna make mistakes
Sleepers gotta wake
I'ma say it again
I'ma say it loud
Gimme a group
Not one man to smash the crowd
We get panoramic across the stage
Like a whole planet, damn it
One man or one woman
Can't understand the group plan
Making of the band
Gimme some bass and guitar and some drums (God, god damn)
I get bored from R&B keyboards
Unless they cut like a sword
I bet on DJ Lord
On two turntables
Do I say willin' and able
A lotta Serato revolving from old record labels
Party's over, oops, outta time
Smashing this crowd was designed (Everybody now)
[Verse 3]
Somebody say, "Ho!"
Somebody say, "Ho!"
Somebody say, "Ho!"
Somebody say, "Ho!"
Somebody say...
Smash the crowd!
Somebody say...
Somebody say...(Somebody say)
Smash the crowd!
[Verse 4]
(I give it to the man, he know how to rock the crowd)
Ice with the enemy
Iceberg's the enemy
Masters of this mosh pit
Hardcore rap shit
Black mask shit
Pop off, get your ass kicked
Or worse a casket
S1s who blast it
I'm not happy with this soft hippy cotton candy
Bang the crowd hard or get the fuck out my yard
I crash crowds from all angles
Destroy bars like Hell's Angels
[Verse 5]
Bleed the needle from the left
Bleed it to the right
These vocals gone electric
Loudness for these masses
Keeping catalog from fallin' apart
Reach teaching new tunes from them old masters
Excuse me
[Verse 6]
Greatest players playin'
Greatest band in the world
Greatest rhymers be sayin'
Greatest band in the world
But what the fuck is the problem
That this world ain't solving?
[Verse 7]
It's the get rich scheme and chasin' the fake dream
I spit like a black TEC-9 with infrared beam
Been feedin' hip-hop fiends since a teen
My mic still blow steam, I'm a mix between
Doc Strange and David Blaine
Spittin' blue flames
Slow Flow smashin' the crowd like I smashed Jane
Fear of a black planet, time to pop the chain
'Cause hip-hop got them going insane
[Verse 8]
(Hey, somebody said)
(Hey, somebody said)
(Hey, somebody said)
(Somebody said)
[Verse 9]
Smash the crowd (Somebody said)
Ho! (Somebody said)
Somebody said (Somebody said)
Say, "Ho!" (Somebody said)
Smash the crowd
Written by: Carlton Ridenhour, David Charles Snyder, Parish "PMD" Smith, Tracy Marrow
