Текст песни Public Enemy -  Ain`tnuttin Buttersong   
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                                                                    We got so much soul        You can damn near see it        Spinnin on a 45        I`ve come to the conclusion        Clear the confusion        My point is to rock        Dis funky joint        Dont you know        I got tangled        In the star spangled banner        In the middle of Alabama        Or was it Tennesee or Arkansas        New York & Cali got the same        Amount of race rallys        I know they wanna hang me        Straight around the neck        So I`m knockin off the hand checks        So you can        When I say what it is        It ain`t nutting but a song        Krackas, killas, kidnappas        KKK tryes to blame it on the rappers        They dont count the ones        That bounce to the 40 ounce        Or the runts dat get stunted        By the bluntz        This time I`m gonna take it down the line        To the ones that are ready        They be holdin it steady        When a song so wrong        So many be singin it        Strangled tangled        Caught in a spangled        Banner got em on dat camera        Stars I`m seein from        A beatdown in a slamma        O cay can you see        But you cant        Uncle Sammy wears the pants        Toms his bitch        When he`s swingin a switch        Rather stick da poor up        And give it to da rich        I always thought dat power        Was to the people, we the people        O say can I see we ain`t people        When I pledge allegiance        I shoulda got a sticka        1st grade/2nd grade        I shoulda just kicked a        Verse in the middle of class        Instead of singin bout bombs        Like a dumb ass        Land of the free        Home of the brave        And hell with us nigas we slaves        That shoulda been the last line        Of a song that`s wrong form to get        So when everybody stand        I sit        The red is for blood shed        The blue is for the sad ass songs        We be singin in church while white mans heaven is black mans hell        The stars what we way when we        Got our ass beat        Stripes whip marks in our backs        White is for the obvious        Ain`t no black in that flag