This is a song about "Public service"

But instead i got a sister, just like me with her mister nada

It takes a nation of millions, public enemy would spit it raw,

Dial up words but they're not in service

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

Personally purchase the hearse, attend the service

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

Without my crew and me, slurring words and spitting so loosely but its so fast its

Acting ape shit, public executions, political assassinations,

And that’s a scary thing, i try to duck em good

Get fucked like me, but i say fuck my public id,

Dealers walkin’ a tightwire in the public housing projects,

Remember popping and locking to kurtis blow, the name belts

I bust up rhymes wit my rap service. yeah, my rap service.

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

But nothing public occurs.

Ybm and emp it's like we brothers