Public Enemy Lyrics

Album: Apocalypse 91

A Letter To The New York Post Lyrics

Yo gee

 Come and get your New York Post

 New York Post right here

 Come on y'all

 Get the bost stubost stubost

 Coasta coasta New York Post

 Yo New York Post don't brag or boast

 Dissin' flavor when he's butter that you put on your toast

 Put my address in the paper cause I smacked that girl

 She's the mother of my kid's that I took around the world

 Disagreements having scuffles when you share upon

 You shouldn't try to drain subjects in a duck pond

 If you're gonna tell a story about people's worries

 Watch what you tell 'em cause they don't bring you glory

 It only brings agony, ask James Cagney

 He beat up on a guy when he found he was a fagney

 Cagney is a favorite he is my boy

 He don't jive around he's a real McCoy

 Chuck D yeah, you tellin' Flav we got to let 'em know

 Here's a letter to the New York Post

 The worst piece of paper on the east coast

 Matter of fact the whole state's forty cents

 in New York City fifty cents elsewhere

 It makes no goddamn sense at all

 America's oldest continuously published daily piece of bullshit

 Flavor Flav is the one that makes The Post money

 Writers making violence in headlines funny

 Tryin' to undress my past until it's naked

 Post got Flavor from sellin' no records

 Europe Asia to the street of New York

 Flavor Flav known for his finesse talk

 Do it to ya for The Post to employ me

 New York Post can't destroy me

 Rapper of Public Enemy, rapstar beats lover

 With the headline of a fucked up cover

 Out the pot took plate New York Post

 get your story straight motherfucker

 It always seem they make our neighborhood look bad

 Here's a letter to the New York Post

 Ain't worth the paper it's printed on

 Founded in 1801 by Alexander Hamilton

 That is 190 years continuous of fucked up news

 Yo one can play the game, two can play the game

 Yo Flav read on can't forget you either Jet

 Flavor Flav is your best Jet yet

 My own people own the most business

 Write on faith of value'sness

 Should have checked with me before you wrote it

 Got it from another source and quote it

 Put it out like the new year bull drop

 In every beauty parlor and barber shop

 Flavor Flav world renown

 Can't keep a man like Flavor down

 Yo Jet be a good host

 Don't print bull like the New York Post

 Augh, looks like somebody slipped up here

 Anyway here's a letter to the New York Post

 Black newspaper and magazines are supposed to get the real deal 

 from the source y'all

 Sorry, Jet you took the info straight out of The Post

 Burned us just like toast

 When it comes to getting you facts straight about P.E.

 Get your shit correct