Artist: Public Enemy
Album:  Muse Sick N Hour Mess Age
Song:   Hitler Day

       Intro
        500 years ago one man claimed
        To have discovered a new world
        Five centuries later we the people
        Are forced to celebrate a black holocaust

        How can you call a takeover
        A discovery

        Mass murderer
        This side of the planet
        Most people take it for granted
        502 and still doin
        Give a reason I'm hatin
        October celebratin
        The dead

        Of the black the brown and red
        Sick an tired
        Of bein sick n tired
        Dont jump to conclusions
        Before I clear the confusion
        Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
        I'm talkin bout Columbus

        Hit me one

        I dont hate nobody
        I hate that day
        Its as crazy as Hitler day

        Hangin heads and snappin necks
        Splittin up kin
        Makin familys wrecked
        Turned this planet to a sewer
        Provin to all just a lil grab
        Will do ya
        Or do us
        So my disgust
        Got credit from the ones that
        Read it
        Aint blind to the fact
        Of a whack headline
        And if you didn't I pay
        No mind

        That's how I feel
        That's how I feel
        This iz madd real

        But these days
        Is crazy as Hitler day

        I don't hate nobody

        It's impossible to discover a land
        When people are already living there

        Some thanks for the givin
        When times are hard
        & some got the nerve to pray to God
        Aint about turkey
        & cider that gets me sick
        It's that take from the indian trick
        Lookin pretty grim
        When they takin da pill
        From the sucker seekin somethin to kill
        Now he got a day to celebrate
        Aint that a trip
        Cause the indians aint got shit

        May 31st when it comin it hurts
        Remember the dead and it makes me curse
        When they dont include 100 million
        Of us black folks
        That died in the bottom of boats
        I can carry on bout the killin till
        Dusk & dawn
        And war ain't the reason they gone
        Fourth of July a fuckin lie
        When did we ever
        Get a piece of the pie
        Gotta whole day comin
        Without no pay
        Cause a fuckin job
        Cant gimme no play
        Even had enuff I huff & puff
        At brothers sellin the stuff
        Takin in washingtons
        Lincolns
        Not they birthdays
        Payback for em makin us slaves