Version from the first pressing of the album, forced to be removed because it used an uncleared Led Zeppelin sample (probably amongst other samples as well).
I heard that payback's a mother fuckin' bitch But I won't stress and I won't switch And I would not take my life Glory please, my God, the only thing on my mind Takes up all of my time And I said, ooh!
Running from a gun Or some brain that weighs a ton And my God, it hurts to get so low Searchin' through the cars Cold, still searchin' through the night I think I will run, to you But I refuse to fuss and fight
And God may find a reason Well I'm sure you'll find a rhyme Because it takes up nearly all my time He who stands for freedom God knows I've got the number But maybe I just use too much
I was sitting in that bar I'm sittin' in that stolen car Cold, still rollin' down the boulevard Saw you with a gleam And the microphone scene Think I will run, to you But I know I won't live for me Cause I know God's got both The reason and the rhyme Please tell me, why he takes up all my time I've been drinking, just like you And baby, you've got something I can use
Payback's a mother fuckin' blast But I won't stress and I won't blast And I would not take my life Glory please, my God, comin' from heaven above Takes up all of my time And I said
'Why must I feel like that'
Running from a gun And some brain that weighs a ton You know, I did that line for Flava' Flav But, all the DJ's do it All the DJ's use it I would run, I would switch But I wanna be the same And I know I'll find a reason 'Cause I always bust a rhyme Because it takes up nearly all my time The "T" here stands for treason The "D" hear stands for dove And maybe I just use too much Maybe I'm just used too much
The video's hot (wink, wink) but the song is bloody, fucking amazing.
Lyrics:
[I don't know if you can, but can you get an order for Ons, that's O-N-S, Junior Market, the address is 1934 East Anaheim, all the windows are busted out, and it's like a free-for-all in here and uh the owner should at least come down here and see if he can secure his business, if he wants to...]
April 26th, 1992 There was a riot on the streets Tell me where were you? You were sittin' home watchin' your TV While I was participating in some anarchy First spot we hit it was my liquor store I finally got all that alcohol I can't afford With red lights flashin', time to retire And then we turned that liquor store into a structure fire Next stop we hit, it was the music shop, It only took one brick to make that window drop Finally we got our own P.A. Where do you think I got this guitar that you're hearing today? (Homicide, never doin' no time)
When we returned to the pad to unload everything It dawned on me that I need new home furnishings So once again we filled the van until it was full Since that day my livin' room's been much more comfortable Cause everybody in the hood has had it up to here It's getting harder and harder and harder each and every year Some kids went in a store with their mother I saw her when she came out she was gettin' some Pampers They said it was for the black man They said it was for the mexican And not for the white man But if you look at the streets, it wasn't about Rodney King It's this f*cked-up situation and these f*cked-up police It's about comin' up and stayin' on top And screamin' 187 on a motherfuckin' cop It's not in the paper, it's on the wall National guard Smoke from all around
[Units be advised of an attempt 211 to arrest now at 938 Temple, 9-3-8 Temple, many subjects with bats trying to get inside the CB's house...they're trying to kill him] (As long as im alive ima' live illegal)
Let it burn Wanna let it burn, wanna let it burn Wanna wanna let it burn (I feel insane) Riots on the streets of Miami Whoa, riots on the streets of Chicago On the streets of Long Beach In San Francisco Riots on the streets of Kansas City Tuscaloosa, Alabama Cleveland, Ohio Fountain Valley, Paramount, Victorville Eugene, Oregon Eureka, California Hesperia Santa Barbara motherfuckin' Nevada San Diego Lakeland, Florida fuckin' 29 Palms
[Need a unit to... structure fire and numerous subjects looting] [10-15 to get rid of this looter]
(Gwen) Every day I love him a little bit more, a litle bit more, a little bit more. Every day I love him just a little bit more, and he loves me the same. (Brad) Every day I love her a little bit more, a little bit more, a little bit more, Every day I love her just a little bit more, and she loves me the same. (both) Baby if ya wanna get on, baby if ya wanna get off. It makes no sense at all, I saw red. I saw red. I saw red. One more secret lover that I shot dead. (Brad) Every day I wake up, just a little bit more, feelin' like a dog in the yard because it's just how we are. (Gwen) And every day I wonder if it's over, when I wake up I realize no it isn't, and break down the wall. (Brad) You say it's black but I just can't believe you. (Gwen) And if I say it's white say I'm just trying to deceive you. (Brad) And baby, I'm aware of the high and the low, and I'll be waiting in the middle, but I just lack control. (both) Baby if ya wanna get low, baby if ya wanna get high. It makes no sense at all, I saw red. I saw red. One more secret lover that I shot dead. (Brad) Girls don't go crazy, girls don't go crazy, oh girls don't crazy when the men use you. (Gwen) Women hold your men tight, if it makes you feel alright, It's your own life.
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Here's another clip of them doing a live rendition...because it's that fucking awesome: