Public Enemy No.1 by Public Enemy
Yo Chuck, bust the move, man
I was on my way up here to the studio, ya know what I'm sayin'?
And this brother stop me and axe me
"Yo, wassup with that brother Chuckie D, he swear he nice"
I said, "Yo, the brother don't swear he's nice, he knows he's nice"
Ya know what I'm sayin'?
So Chuck, we gotta fill in, you turn him into a Public Enemy, man
Now remember that line you was kicking to me
On the way out to L.A. [Incomprehensible]
While we was in the car on our way to the Shot
Well yo, right now kick the bass for them brothers
And let them know what goes on
What goes on?
Well, I'm all in, put it up on the board
Another rapper shot down from the mouth that roared
1, 2, 3 down for the count, the result of my lyrics, oh yes, no doubt
Cold rock rap, 49er supreme
Is what I choose and I use, I never lose to a team
'Cause I can can go solo like a Tyson bolo
Make the fly girls wanna have my photo
Run in their room, hang it on the wall
In remembrance that I rocked them all
Suckers, ducks, ho-hum MC's
You can't rock the kid, so go, cut the cheese
Take this application of rhymes like these
My rap's red hot, 110 degrees
So don't start bassin', I'll start placin'
Bets on that you'll be disgracing
You and your mind from a beatin' from my rhymes
A time for a crime that I can't find
I'll show you my gun, my Uzi weighs a ton
Because I'm Public Enemy number one
One, one, one
One, one, one, one
You got no rap but you want to battle
It's like havin' a boat but you got no paddle
'Cause I never pause, I say it because
I don't break in stores but I break all laws
Written while sittin', all fittin' not bitten
Givin' me the juice that your not gettin'
I'm not a law obeyer, so you can tell your mayor
I'm a non-stop rhythm rock poetry sayer
I'm the rhyme player, the ozone layer
A battle what, here's a Bible, start your prayer
This word to the wise is justified
If they ask you what happened, just admit you lied
You just got caught a for going out of order
And now you're servin' football teams their water
You messed with the master, word to Chuck
And I'll wax cold tax, made sure you got dunked
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