A Letter To The New York Post

[Intro: Flavor Flav] Yo, G! Come and get your New York Post! New York Post, right here! Come on, y'all! Get the boast-a, boast-a, boast-a Coast-a, coast-a, New York Post-a [Verse 1: Flavor Flav] Yo, New York Post, don't brag and 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 kids 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 [Ad-lib: 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 Forty cents in New York City, fifty cents elsewhere And makes no goddamn sense at all America's oldest continuously published daily piece of bullshit [Verse 2: Flavor Flav] 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 streets 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, rap star beats lover With the headline of a fucked up cover Out the pot took the plate, New York Post Get your story straight motherfucker [Ad-lib: Chuck D] It always seems 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 a hundred-ninety years continuous of fucked up news Yo, one can play the game, two can play the game Yo Flav, read on [Verse 3: Flavor Flav] 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-isness Should have checked with me before you wrote it Got it from another source and quote it Put it out like the New Year ball 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 [Ad-lib: Chuck D] Ah, 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 like toast When it comes to getting you facts straight about the PE Get your shit correct