Public Enemy Crayola Lyrics

Stax of wax 55 high fulla tracks
New cats jackin beats from way back
Pay for play only way to get them platinum plaques
Clear the racks jobbers s_____n you for tax
Robbery a&r s_____ry
s___ is killin me softly wit that same d___ song
Makin folk dumber in the summer
A b__mer when they shot willie in that hummer
Keep it simple stupid means numbers
Payola dough white owned black radio
Runnin on empty help go the desperado
So i bomb the toms and negros who pray to cash flow
No info to the masses as they shake their a__es
No clue but i can¹t get my s___ up in to you

Crayola with that same same ol s___
Crayola with that played playa s___
Crayola with that kid crayon s___
Crayola with them ol spray on hits

All f___ed up ways must fall
Now the industry can¹t stop me
A vendetta to make the whole game better
They get the cheddar
All i got is a f___in letter
What i owe? What am i
Another number and a ho, they don¹t know
Time to see em go like dominoes
About time cause they endorsed the crime up in the rhyme
Got these new souls controlled goin outta their mind
Missed what i said cause they don¹t even own their own heads
Go one go all i forgot they made robots outta some of yall
Today all f___ed up ways must fall
Today is up against the wall
Misled in the head f___ed by quiet storms and love songs
Noddin heads too hollow forgotten tomorrow
Swallowing all that s___ that¹s shallow
Give the baby anything the baby wants
But that¹s how them b______s get us up in them caskets
Try to get me where they want me
Before some of them jump me
Go tell em i¹m a start a rebellion
Educate the felons easy on yeah
Tell em what the f___ am i yellin
No tellin you got them artists and artificials
If it ain¹t right i don¹t give a d___ if it¹s sellin
Recruits chasin and racin for that loot
Usin usual drum loops so i salute my troops
I don¹t socialize or mingle, f___ the promotionals
And you know what and that g-d___ single
And the marketing team for that matter
It don¹t matter
Dj¹s gettin dimes for time on a platter
I ain¹t gotta be high to jack so i hijack
Fm - radio - eff em turn it around m____fucka
Gods to n____s, queens to b____es
Race against time see em all runnin for the riches
Everything had its chance last dance
Some things change like them weather forecasts
Ha funny how s___ don¹t last

Crayola with that same same ol s___
Crayola with that played playa s___
Crayola with that kid crayon s___
Crayola with them ol spray on hits