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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chuck D
Performer
Eric Sadler
Programming
Flavor Flav
Performer
Keith Shocklee
Programming
Paul Shabazz
Programming
Professor Griff
Performer
Terminator X
Scratches
Wizard K-Jee
Scratches
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Carlton Ridenhour
Composer
Eric Sadler
Composer
Keith Shocklee
Composer
The Bomb Squad
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Bomb Squad
Producer
Alan Plotkin
Recording Engineer
Chris Champion
Assistant Recording Engineer
Chris Shaw
Mixing Engineer
Dan Wood
Mixing Engineer
Dave Harrington
Assistant Recording Engineer
Dave Patillo
Assistant Recording Engineer
James Staub
Assistant Recording Engineer
Jody Clay
Assistant Recording Engineer
Kamarra Alford
Assistant Recording Engineer
Kirk Yano
Recording Engineer
Mike Bona
Mixing Engineer
Nick Sansano
Mixing Engineer
Paul Eulin
Mixing Engineer
Rod Hui
Mixing Engineer
Steve Loeb
Recording Engineer
Tom Conway
Assistant Recording Engineer
Lyrics
[Intro]
Where is Public Enemy? What's the deal?
What's your latest hit, brother?
Fear of a Black Planet
[Verse 1]
Man, don't you worry 'bout a thing
'Bout your daughter, nope, she's not my type
(But suppose she said she loved me?) Are you afraid of the mix of Black and white?
Livin' in a land where the law say
Mixin' of race makes the blood impure
She's a woman, I'm a man
Look at your face, I see ya can't stand it
[Verse 2]
Yo
Man, you need to calm down, don't get mad
I don't need your sister
(But suppose she said she loved me?) Would you still love her or would you dismiss her?
What is pure, who is pure?
Is it European? I ain't sure
If the whole world was to come through peace and love
Then what would we be made of?
[Chorus]
Excuse us for the news
You might not be amused
But did you know white comes from Black?
No need to be confused
Excuse us for the news
I question those accused
Why is this fear of Black from white
Influence who you choose?
[Verse 3]
Man, I don't want your wife
Stop screamin', it's not the end of your life
(But suppose she said she loved me?) What's wrong with some color in your family tree? (Yeah)
I don't know, hey, I'm just a rhyme-sayer
Skin protected against the ozone layer
Breakdown, 2001
It might be best to be Black or just brown, countdown
Uh, yeah, huh
Yo, bring it on down
[Verse 4]
Check it out
I've been wonderin' why
People livin' in fear of my shade or my high-top fade
I'm not the one that's runnin' but they got me on the run
Treat me like I had a gun
All I got is genes and chromosomes
Consider me Black to the bone
All I want is peace and love on this planet
Ain't how that God planned it?
[Chorus]
Excuse us for the news
You might not be amused
But did you know white comes from Black?
No need to be confused
Excuse us for the news
I question those accused
Why is this fear of Black from white
Influence who you choose?
Written by: Leroy Roosevelt Bonner, Keith M. Boxley, Marshall Eugene Jones, Ralph Middlebrooks, Walter Morrison, Norman Bruce Napier, Marvin R. Pierce, Carlton Douglas Ridenhour, Eric T. Sadler, Clarence Satchell, Gregory Allen Webster