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Viewing Lyrics for I Stand Accused:
| | | Artist: | Enemy Public |
| | Album: | Muse Sick N Hour Mess Age | | Track: | I Stand Accused | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 3 | | | | Lyrics: | I see I'm peeking out ready to rumble
So now I'm speaking out
Against those
That flip the way the story goes
One never knows
Who be flippin the script
Whatever the traitors name
My aim is dunk em like
I'm Chris Webber
So many phony smilin faces
Traces of slander
Got em comin outta funny places
I had it an hear em
Talkin loud behind my back
What was good for the hood
Is
what they say is wack
I take the stabbin & grin
When I'm hit
Cause I know
the suckas smile
When I leave em
What I'm comin wit
I cant complain
about the money
Although the suckas in the back
They talkin shit
An laughin
like its somethin funny
I aim to make changes
An never change
Unless its for
the better
Cause I always been a go better
Clean hustler
Rhyme
instead of muscle ya
Born when ya thinkin I'm gone
The terror era is on...
I stand accused
To the crews
I paid my dues
I stand accused
I refuse
To stand and lose
I stand accused
To the news
I kick da blues
I stand accussed
I refuse
I hear em talkin &
walkin
Behind my back I'm attacked
Fuck the knife in the back
Cause it feels
like they got an axe
Yeah I can dig it wit a shovel
I never dig dirt wit the
devil
Instead I'm on that other level
But I took time to reach down
To help the black & brown
I never stood around
I hear em talkin behind
My mind
In a ocean of sharks
And a back full a hackmarks
They
say I'm fallin off
Yeah, they better call it off
& get muscle
& find another
hustle quick
Sick n tired of critics
But I can take a hit
I'm all man
Alley oopin the vocal on jams
But they dont know it
They can blow it
& take a puff of dis joint
I see I'm kissin it off the cuff
Behind the back
I'm pullin axes and blades out the arms & the legs
Still my fellas get paid
The terror era is on
Fuck a critic/fuck fuck a critic
All the fuckin critics
Can get the did dit
All a fuckin critic does is
Draw a fuckin line
Cross a line and dis my rhyme
& then they ass is mine
If you
find a critic dead
Remember what I said
Who killed a critic
Guess the crew
did it
Say paybacks a crazy ass message
Sent to the writers who criticize
They're fuckin wit afreedom fighter
Who raises flags
& dragged the
klan in bodybags
I hung em up in Missisippi & bum fuck
This is Chuck so what the
hell
You think I did it for
To open doors from Carolina to Arkansas
And
lemme let em I met em
I told my boys forget em
An what they did got rid of me
Negative
But 94 got stunts & blunts in da mix
I hear the crowd fallin vic
To old ghetto tricks
But if I wasn't your cousin
Wed leave em in the dozens
Of sellin out & bellin out
Half pint 40 ounce
Announce to the rest
We
had a fall out
I never took a drink
Never took a hit or bribe
Or got
spread by what a silly
Rumor said
Never sang or gang banged
Sold out or
rented hip hop
Cause I know when to stop | | | |
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