Give The People

EPMD

Chorus: *sung hook from an R&B record*



Got to give the people



Give the people what they want



Ladies and Gentlemen



(repeat 2X)



Verse One: Erick Sermon



When I came out with my first rap jam



I had no idea that the record would slam



It did real good without radio play



Maybe at night but no airplay in the day



I couldn't understand why to be exact



Our music was good and I was far from wack



Then came the answer, commercial was the key



To get airplay and a spot on TV



Like Ed Lover and Doctor Dre from Yo! MTV Raps



A show, mainly for the black



And still we can't ill, cause to them that's wrong



Cause like P.E. said, we're too black and too strong



But hey, what can I say



(Brothers and sisters) that's a price a rapper must pay



Chorus



Verse Two: PMD



As airwaves collapse rap shows at a standstill



Some racial circuits the frequencies can't handle



The funk tracks produced by EPMD



But it's a fat jam, that will never win a grammy



Unless we sellout and kill the black movement dead



Which means swallow our pride and become flunkies instead



And stop the rap about freedom, thoughts of a black president



And rap about a black crack, the mayor in our residence



Give me a break brothers, it's time to take a stand



And kill that no sir, yes sir, and thank you ma'am



Cuz the word is a luxury a black man can't afford



That's why poverty's on the rise and we still ignored



And it's a setback and yet the clock still ticks



And if we let it, rap would be run by politics



I read it somewhere that every man's created equal



But not in this day and age, maybe in the sequel



Which means next time, so observe these rhymes



And take a stand and go for yours cause I'm going for mine



That's why I



Chorus



Verse Three: Erick Sermon, PMD



Why is that when wrong is done by the black



It's blown out of proportion and immediately attacked



By the press and yes, conflict is caused



By the kids at concerts who bumrush the doors



One child gets hurt, the press gets pesty



But what about the Beatles, G, and Elvis Presley



Same stuff was rough, rap does not cause violence



So (Fight the Power) and make them understand



But too much power and you might get banned



So if you want airplay



You can't be too black and hey, watch what you say, but ayo



Chorus: to fade