Hit Da Road Jack

Public Enemy · Other Songs - Public Enemy

I remember when us blacks were on our backs



Across tracks where we live, now we packin' in Cadillacs



Or Pontiac if you know what I'm sayin'



Po' old nigg thinks it's a Caddy and now he's playin' mack daddy



But that's all right I blame it all on Jack



Who's Jack you ask me, you say, I say it every time



But the rhyme goes into your head down to your toes



And you missed me play it off like a diss, yo



Let's go and diss the wick wick wack, wiggedy whack in fact



I'm sayin' hit the road Jack for the hook



I'll play it by the book for the track, I'll bring it back



Look out, hit da road Jack



Hit da road Jack



Hit da road Jack



Hit da road Jack



Don't you come back, don't you come back



Don't you come back, don't you come back



Black is black and white is white



That's all right if you're right, that's all right, no need to fight, yo



Much respect if your nature's in check a little



If not expect me to cock a doodle do a riddle



Just actin' cracka proves to be a killer to me



Like I refuse to be a negro but we grow to be people, people



But our color had 'em playin' us out



Like we was Cinderella



But if you take it and break it down, full of noise



But Jack and his boys keep doin' what they wanna do



But hear me out Jack goes under color to kill one another



'Cause some blacks act devil too



And if you see him, you can tell by his act



Not his word but his deed and we bleed all because of that



Lifestyle of a dirty rat and if you act like that



Step back and hit da road Jack



Hit da road Jack



Hit da road Jack



Hit da road Jack



Don't you come back, don't you come back, don't you come back



Don't you come back, don't you come back, don't you come back



Don't you come back, don't you come back, don't you come back



Don't you come back, don't you come back



Not Jack the Ripper or the Jack of Spades, I'm not jackin' for beats



Let's get Jack the Raper, mothers cried while forefathers

died from the whip



And not a bit ever made the paper when I come they all run and hide



And they quit and yell loud, here he come wit' dat black s***



I'm through wit' Jack bein' the quarterback of the scene



He's played out like bell-bottom jeans, you know



I took a line from the Main Source for that



I know they feel the same, thank you, hit da road Jack



Hit da road Jack



Hit da road Jack



Hit da road Jack



Don't you come back, don't you come back



Don't you come back, don't you come back



Come back no more



Don't you come back, don't you come back



Don't you come back, don't you come back



Don't you come back, don't you come back



Come back no more, don't you come back