Check What You're Listening To

[Introduction]

[Chuck D]

"It was a lot of hard work. Although we were on this pedestal, there was still places that wouldn't play our records; radio stations that wouldn't play our records. There was no support for rap, and we was just fighting for hip-hop, fighting for rap..."

[Scratching]

"Today, it's time to stop singin' and start swingin'..."

"I'm here to tell you, in case you don't know it. You got a new generation of black people who don't care anything whatsoever"

[Verse 1]

The Black falling down, its goin down

No subject matter, I dont hear it goin around

Minds over matter, they don't mind cause

We don't matter, DJ Lord's on the platter

Can't shake this, the goddamn matrix

Got actors winning politics, the tricks

Got hot chicks in the back of of wack ass rap flicks

Called videos, ho! (Ho!)

Turn off the goddamn radio

Cause they don't show y'all what y'all need to know

Can't fade it though, Lord don't fade it yo

(Public Enemy Number One) Year of the Lord, Make Love Fuck War Tour

After before 2004, I swore

DJ Lord come bust down the door

Los Angel-less, New Jack Pity

They say fuck the sticks cause they be the city

Homeless sitting outside smellin' shitty

Thanks for not giving a goddamn thing pretty

So-called land of plenty, can't spare a penny

It's the have-not's against the have's, is you with me?

[Hook with DJ scratches]

"Yo what's up?"

"Y'all know the name..."

"D, the enemy..."

Check what ya listenin' to

"How can I make you understand?"

"Our DJ's better than all these bands"

Check what ya listenin' to

[Verse 2]

You might be cuttin' tracks but he's cuttin' edge

The sword of Lord high like Phil Upchurch

Through the verse, the truth hurts from the aftermath

Of that sonic autograph

Lord, don't make him mad, so I spit

How loud you want it to get? Cold sweat

2005 flicks, new trips through dirty beats

Hits and all those bass kicks; lookout, y'all

C'mon, can't forget to kick this

If the shoe fits get with the ramblin' wreck, check it

To stomp out all them nitwits, Chuck D stylin'

Don't you know we're on the new Buckwhylin'

Cross the Land, cause the band

Hits the fans, watch them all slam the jam

Yes they can can, beware the man

Take a stand y'all, wreck the plan

[DJ scratches]

"Ahh..."

"Public Enemy Number 1, Public Enemy Number 1"

Check what ya listenin' to

"Radio"

"I ain't with it"

"So what'cha sayin?"

"Consider yourselves warned!"

"Yeah, y'all!"

"Louder!"

Check what ya listenin' to

[Verse 3]

One foot stuck in the rave

Millennium dance craze, cross fade to the new phase

Like the old days, twisted in convoluted systems

Existed in the beats of wisdom existence

Cross the Land, cause the band

Hits the fans, watch them all slam the jam

Illegal beats, frisk him

Find not a pop thing with him

Multi-ethnic like a prism

Can't hear this?

You in audio prison, hands be whizzin, cross the wax

Movin' tracks from across the tracks

Through your mind he attacks, DJ Lord

Scratch the gospel, tell them wack ass beats

They can go to hell, ding! The rave bell

See the crowd swell, got even when the needle fell

Still heard them cuts over the yell

Through the verse, the truth hurts

From the aftermath of that sonic autograph

Mr Chuck, DJ Lord attack the tracks

Y'all check what you listening to

[DJ Scratches]

"I came in the door, I said it before..."

"We got this..."

Check what ya listening to

"Woop, woop, that's the sound of the police

"Woop, woop, that's the sound of the..."

Check what ya listening to

(scratching)

Check what ya listening to

"Run, run, run, run, run, run"

Check what ya listening to

"Rock and roll"

"Aw shit"

"Public Enemy"

"Word"

"Round-round-round-round"

"So what you on, Hobbs, dope or dog food?"

"Let's turn back the clock and listen to this classic melody"

"Ladies and gentlemen, presenting..."

"Jam Master Jay"

"Jam, jam, jam, jam, jam"

"This is dedicated to..."

"Jam Master Jay"

"Jam, jam, jam, jam"

"Jam Master Jay"

"Yo Jay"

"One of the greatest... of all times..."