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Public Enemy What A Fool Believes

what The who, the when, the why, the what A fool believes in me What a fool believes What a fool believes What a fool believes What a fool believes

, we're Public Enemy #1 in New York Public Enemy #1 in Chicago Public Enemy #1 in Detroit Public Enemy #1 in Oakland Public Enemy #1 in Baltimore Public Enemy

of muthafucka to eat a lotta celery Your cd was butter-soft - what you tellin me? A bunch of 'n sync type of fans hyped you up like bill bellamy A

with a nigga like me nigga I'm bossalini, they ain't know they better respect a nigga like me fool I ? ? ? ? ? videos doin shows representing my tru tattoos I've been a

alumni // A wise man sees failure as progress // A fool divorces his knowledge and misses the logic // And loses his soul in the process obsessed with nonsense with a

33 years without a beer or slow gin fizz Rather get frunk off Hearin rhymin wit biz Rhymamatician, rumpshaker Mindquaker Not a cracker or a quacker But a

pigs for the devil The enemy knows, they're no fools Because everyone knows that hip-hop rules So we gotta get a grip and grab what's wrong The opposition

they see me, fear me I'm the epitome - a public enemy Used, abused without clues I refused to blow a fuse They even had it on the news Don't believe

just bust a groove A fat lady soprano - loads my ammo Hear my jam - with a funky piano Easy on the wall but hard on the panel A fool smokes Kools