Watch the door, Chuck D, Public Enemy
Paris, Guerrilla Funk, Rebirth of a Nation 2006
Everybody needs somebody to watch the door as it's goin' on
Securin' you, who's securin' what?!
Watch the door

Now I'm down to do your thing if your thing's the right thing
P.E. ain't tryin' to hear no fat lady sing (naw)
Don't get it twisted 'cause we still love the music in the past
Through the years see them use it then abuse it
Some of these cats ain't sat down, washed their hands
And say to the grace to the game, so they're a disgrace to the race
Dig it, P-Dog we be diggin' them party joints
Beats for everybody joints
Takin' care and persevere I'm makin' my point
Message around the world, rap be's for the poor
You on the floor, we at the door
Rob the rich, give to the poor

[Chorus: x2]
Rob the rich, give to the poor
Give back to get back 'cause we watch the door

Cause it's about to go down these cowboys have jumped the corral
Survival yeah we got the nerve to serve
Like a hip-hop bible, don't libel
Guerrilla Funk, they got the title
The late great, no need to donate dollars
I don't care if they poppin' collars and holla's
Who can't think between drinks, Chuck D I'm the driver
Hard act to follow, I think for tomorrow
Remix of old P.E. hits, I ain't up against it
If it was up to me I'd give it all away (yeah)
Anyway, uploads for my people to download
Shit so hot, iPods explode
One at a time baby, for your mind baby
Uh, to keep your soul in control baby
Not crazy this party's for everybody
You on the floor, and I be watchin' the door

[Chorus x2]

"You sold us out!"
"They don't pay you enough to do that boy"
"You sold us out!"
"Some things you don't sell"
"You sold us out!"
"They don't pay you enough to do that boy"
"You sold us out!"
"Too much, get away from stuff like that"

Multiply, do not divide
Think globally, act locally
Passport, showin' no support
Makin' World War III, lookin' like a sport
Human race, in the only place
We know as Earth, right in our face
And the firebombs, and the toxic waste
Will leave this world without a trace
And we don't want no other war
Too late the feds done closed the door
And we the peeps get spoken for
The people want peace but the people get a quota
Got the cure, high price for sure
Fix the rich, and damn the poor
Laptops, shoes, off says the law
Make love, fuck the war

[Chorus: x2]

You're damn right!
Public Enemy, Rebirth of a Nation
Paris, Guerrilla Funk
2006 for yo' bad ass
Yeah, somebody gotta watch the damn door!

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Writer(s): Jerome Jackson