They Used to Call It Dope Songtext
von Public Enemy

Little piece of my heart like Janis, no Joplin
But pure hip-hoppin′ as they try to ban us
Crazy flight time, no jacket or ticket
Wilson Pickett had soul fat tracks so the rappers could kick it
Allen freed the waves as much as Lincoln freed the slaves This year I bleed and some bled until dead
I got the rhythm from this headbanger
Who used to fly high, and now he's just hangin′ in a hanger
Hanging around homeless in a city of no hope
I can't cope, and just to think, see