Lost At Birth
Public Enemy · Apocalypse '91...The Enemy Strikes Black [1991]
Clear the way for the prophets of rage
Engagin' on the stage, on a track
Tell jack stay in the back
I was born
Every level I'm on
You're warned
Just in case you forgot
I pump in kilowatts
To let 'em know which direction
To go what's up I wanna know
I test the front row
Forgiven the givin' while the livin' is livin' it up
So many people is sleepin' while standin' up
Not dressed to impress or fess it
That's it text to the brain like fedex
Treated one and the same
'cause the name of the game
Don't give 'em checks above necks
Some don't realize the same side
Siddity in the city
Suburbs or projects
But we're livin' in a different time
Some speed, some lead
While some jus' pump rhymes
Then again all in da same gang
Info to flow
And heal all below
Let's go and find
The piece of mind that's taken
Or else the black
Or start breakin'
Public enemy no!
Lost At Birth
Public Enemy's 1991 track 'Lost At Birth' stands as a gritty, high-energy anthem from the album *Apocalypse '91...The Enemy Strikes Black*. Produced by the legendary Chuck D and Flavor Flav, the song exemplifies the group's signature blend of aggressive hip-hop, funk, and political urgency. Released during a pivotal era for hip-hop, the recording captures the raw intensity of the New York scene while addressing themes of systemic oppression and societal decay. With its driving basslines and iconic vocal delivery, the track remains a defining piece of the genre, influencing countless artists who followed in its wake. It serves as a powerful testament to Public Enemy's commitment to using music as a vehicle for social commentary.