Текст песни Public Enemy -  A Letter To The New York Post   
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                                                                    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