Gotta Do What I Gotta Do

Do you know what Public Enemy is?
Public Enemy?
Probably somebody in office (go hard)
This is what makes us different
We not comin' into a hotel, you know eatin' shrimp and caviar
And then goin' to the gig and doin' our thing
We have to push more for it than ourselves
And that's what we doin', that's what brings the extra attendants
Go on the radio, goin' inside the malls, we walkin' the streets
Almost washin' cars, people see and we say, come on down
The group who put this together, basically are racist
Me and my boy Chuck D we don't take no shorts 'cause-
We surprised that Public Enemy has people that others look up to
Is actually involved in the violence, Chuck D is the one who pushes the button
That blows up the Governor

To the beat ya'll, and ya'll don't stop
To the beat ya'll, and ya'll don't stop
To the beat ya'll, and ya'll don't stop
To the beat ya'll, and ya'll don't stop
To the beat ya'll

I gotta do what I gotta do (to the beat ya'll)
So who the hell is you?
To tell me how my song is wrong
You don't know
Layout and let the drummer go
You think my rap's about stealin'
But it's about feelin'
Sometimes drug dealin'
But few know how my flow
Don't get the proper review
I gotta do what I gotta do

To the beat ya'll, and ya'll don't stop
To the beat ya'll, and ya'll don't stop
To the beat ya'll

Do whatcha gotta do first (to the beat ya'll)
Here go da verse
I gotta do what I do best (uh)
Kick da Nitti and Ness
The danger zone
They better leave me alone
I got posse
Plus the feds had better watch me
I picked a bone wit' Arizona
Droppin' kickin' a mission
Wit' no permission
I let 'em know why I did what I did
I got dialogue
Got 'em to even sing along
And got the semiautomatic
Tongue to da young
When there's static
They come and try to get some
They had the nerve to call the president
An' I wasn't hesitant
To scream I was a resident
So-called power of the people
Lookin' for the truth
Like guessin' my vest was never bulletproof
I'm edgin' close to the line
And it's fine time to know
Why the hell and da fuck
I try to battle so
Much to touch never feedin'
A crutch to lean on me
Excuses is weak
That's why my look is mean
I'm on level kickin' words
To the devils 'bout God
Another reason why it's comin' hard
My intellect doin' wreckin' effect
'Till it's through
I gotta do what I gotta do

And I say, right about now, you ready to get down
And I say, right about now, you ready to get down
And I say, right about now, you ready to get down
And I say, right about now, you ready to get down
And I say, right about now, you ready to get down
And I say, right about now, you ready to get down
And I say, right about now, you ready to get down
And I say, right about now, you ready to get down

Ai, c'mon
Ai, c'mon (to the beat ya'll)
Ai, c'mon
Ai, c'mon (I can't do you no wrong)
Ai, c'mon
Ai, c'mon
Ai, c'mon
Ai, c'mon
Ai, c'mon
Ai, c'mon
Ai, c'mon
Ai, c'mon (I can't do you no wrong)
Ai, c'mon (we don't stop)
Ai, c'mon
Gotta do what I gotta do

I gotta do what dey don't like (to the beat ya'll)
'Cause I got a mic
The more I push
And the more you learn
Then you burn, you get another turn
To take the helm recreate
The realm of leaders
Not to say you never need us
But in da mirror
You can do it, it's so easy to start
Yeah baby you can see it on
A flow chart
And just in case
They ever get me in da middle
Of things before I go
You know I'm gonna take a swang
Until dey give what dey never
Gave I refuse to be
A slave I hijacked
The airwaves
I;et ya know the dirt
Swept under the rug
Give the brothers a pound
My sisters a lil' bigger hugs
My rat a tat comin' right
And exact 'cause it's true
I gotta do what I gotta do



Credits
Writer(s): Gary J. Rinaldo, James Brown, James Henry Boxley Iii, Carlton Douglas Ridenhour
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