I Stand Accused Songtext
von Public Enemy

Government works
Watch your back
What do you two-faced, backstabbing bastards want?
Yo watch your back (watch your back)
Talk to them man (heya pal)

I see I′m peeking out ready to rumble
So now I'm speaking out
Against those That flip the way the story goes
One never knows
Who be flippin′ the script
Whatever the traitor's name
My aim is dunk 'em like I′m Chris Webber (backstabbin′)

So many phony smilin' faces
Traces of slander
Got ′em comin' outta funny places
I haven′t been hearin'
Talkin′ loud behind my back (watch your back!)
What was good for the hood
Is what they say is wack (backstabbin')


I take the stabbin' and grin when I′m hit
′Cause I know the suckers smile
When I leave 'em, what I′m comin' with (watch your back)
I can′t complain about the money
Although the suckers in the back
They talkin' shit
And laughing like it′s somethin' funny (backstabbin')

I aim to make changes and never change
Unless it′s for the better
′Cause I always been a go-getter
Clean hustler (watch your back)
Rhyme instead of muscle ya
Born when ya thinkin' I′m gone
The terror era is on (backstabbin')

I stand accused to the crews
I paid my dues
I stand accused, I refuse
To stand and lose (backstabbin′)
I stand accused to the news
I kick the blues
I stand accussed, I refuse (watch your back, backstabbin')

(Backstabbin′)
Write your order here, please, write your order
Just write your order here, please, write your orders (watch your back)


I hear 'em talkin' and walkin′ behind my back, I′m attacked
Fuck the knife in the back
'Cause it feels like they got an axe
Yeah I can dig it with a shovel
I never dig dirt with the devil
Instead I′m on that other level (backstabbin')

But I took time to reach down
To help the black and the brown
I never stood around (watch your back)
I hear ′em talkin' behind
My mind in a ocean full of sharks
And a back full a hackmarks (backstabbin′)

They say I'm fallin' off
Yeah, they better call it off
And get muscle and find another hustle quick (watch your back)
Sick and tired of critics
But I can take a hit
I′m all man
Alley oopin the vocal on jams (backstabbin′)

But they don't know it they can blow it
And take a puff of this joint
I see I′m kissin' it off the cuff
Behind the back
I′m pullin' axes and blades out the arms and the legs (watch your back)
Still my fellas get paid in the zone (backstabbin′)

I stand accused to the crews
I paid my dues
I stand accused I refuse
To stand and lose (backstabbin')
I stand accused to the news
I kick the blues (watch your back)
I stand accussed, I refuse (backstabbin')

I stand accused to the crews
I paid my dues
I stand accused I refuse
To stand and lose (backstabbin′)
I stand accused to the news
I kick the blues
I stand accussed I refuse (heya pal)

Fuck a critic, fuck fuck a critic
All the fuckin′ critics can get the did dit
All a fuckin' critic does is draw a fucking line
Cross a line and dis my rhyme and then they ass is mine (heya pal)
And if you find a critic dead remember what I said
Who killed a critic
Guess the crew did it

(Backstabbin′) say paybacks a crazy ass message
Sent to the writers who criticize
They're fuckin′ with a freedom fighter (watch your back)
Who raises flags
And dragged the klan in bodybags
I hung 'em up in Missisippi and bum fuck (backstabbin′)

This is Chuck so what the hell you think I did it for?
To open doors from Carolina to Arkansas (watch your back?)
And lemme let 'em, I met 'em
I told my boys forget ′em
And what they did got rid of me negative (backstabbin′)

But 94 got stunts and blunts in the mix
I hear the crowd fallin' vic
To old ghetto tricks
But if I wasn′t your cousin
We'd leave ′em in the dozens (you're back, you′re back)
Of sellin' out and bellin' out
Half pint 40 ounce (backstabbin′)

Announce to the rest
We had a fallin′ out
I never took a drink
Never took a hit or bribe
Or got spread by what a silly rumor said
I never sang or gang-banged
Sold out or rented hip hop (backstabbin')
′Cause I know when to stop in this zone

And the rioters were targetting the media
Smashing carriages and attacking reporters
Ay yo, watch your back (watch your back)
Backstabbin' (heya pal)
What do you two-faced backstabbin′ bastards want?
Um, uh (backstabbin')
Uh (uh) uh, heya pal (backstabbin′)
Come, dawg, get the fuck out