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. 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 You just got dissed, all but dismissed Sucker duck MC's, you get me pissed It's no fun being on the run Because they got me, Public Enemy number one One, one, one One, one, one Don't you know? Don't you know? I got a posse of a force to back me up Watch out, we got never the match Ambush attack on my back, doubleteamin' get creamed So we have us, so you are okay Wanna hear it again, we got the force, enemy down The L.I. circuit sound Ain't it Chuckie D, myself and KG, Flavor, DJ Melody Oh yes, I presume it's the tunes that make us groom To make all the ladies swoon But it's also the words from Our Direction, a gold boy session Kickin' like a Bruce Lee's Chinese connection On stereo, never ever MIND, no, all wax, yes I'm talkin' about vinyl They said, "Stop freeze," I got froze up Because I'm Public Enemy number one One, one, one One, one, one One, one, one For all you suckers, liars, your cheap amplifiers You crossed up wires are always starting fires You grown up criers, now here's a pair of pliers Get a job like your mother, I heard she fixes old dryers You have no desires, your father fixes tires You try to sell ya equipment but you get no buyers It's you they never hire, you're never on flyers 'Cause you and your crew is only known as good triers Known as the poetic political lyrical son I'm Public Enemy number one One, one, one One, one, one One, one, one Yeah, that's right Chuck man That's what you gotta do You gotta tell them just like that Ya know what I'm sayin'? 'Cause yo man, let me tell you a little somethin', man These brothers runnin' around, hard headed Makin' a little jealous, ya know what I'm sayin'? Just like that, ya know, they try to bring you down with 'em But yo Chuck, you gotta let 'em know Who's who in the world of beat You gotta let 'em know that this is the 80's And we can get all the ladies And in the backyard we got a fly Mercedes And that's the way the story goes That's just the way the story goes Let me tell you a little somethin', man

Bay tings dawg Yeah man mi'd tell yuh all a dem sit'n yah man And it only aguh get worse yuh zimi Dem alright man, still wul dem yuh know Yeah A part a it Yeah man Mi tell yuh yaah guh dweet before yuh through the gate (true) Glad seh yuh wul it and nuh lose yuh faith (zeen) Now everything yuh do a start a new debate (hah) Gwaan dweet, yow every ghetto youth fi great (yeah man) Mi see seh dem nuh like yuh (hear mah tell yuh) But mi tell yuh seh dem woulda fight yuh Society nuh like wah dem cyah control Suh di boasy slave dem hate yuh like poison But don't stop dawg, gwaan wul di pussy dem Yeng Nuh badda watch 'e germs dem a rookie dem mi fren Dem nuh like fi see yuh put yuh foot inna the Benz Prefer police wul yuh wid a Uzi pon di endz We do dis fi di family, do dis fi di friends Do dis fi mi hometown, strong up di defense Represent every board house, zinc fence Govi-Govi a seh gwaan dweet Intence Know di ruff times ago test yuh faith But don't let di pressure mek yuh break Public enemy number one A di hate aguh mek yuh great Neva shake, neva scare, mi seh neva 'fraid If dem violate den a hell a raise Public enemy number one A di hate aguh mek yuh great Yeah man Govi Govi dawg nut'n change You and DiDi a di first artist weh eva put mi pon a stage Strike force, 4th Genna to mi fucking grave And from mi get the break, di place mi been a dominate Dem try fi hide mi glory like seh mi nuh smaddy great Di 'mount a man mi see dem gas up, beef dem marinate Though mi nuh graduate, mi medz mi try solidate, fuckery mi nuh accommodate Then again dawg, mi deven watch dem Mi just dying fi dem flip up fi mi send a man go shot dem Dem couldn't count mi out neither, name haffi mention inna the top ten Some money couldn't absent Dem think mi woulda fall off or drop off by now Govi Two year and add mi deh and still a run 'e Respect who respect me then mi show mi homage Nuff things mi guh thru dawg and still a wul it Know di ruff times ago test yuh faith But don't let di pressure mek yuh break Public enemy number one A di hate aguh mek yuh great Neva shake, neva scare, mi seh neva 'fraid If dem violate den a hell a raise Public enemy number one A di hate aguh mek yuh great Dem can fight but dem can't go round the greatness Have a broad board and a beat dem like slavery Suck yuh ma, yuh nah fi like, yuh nah fi rate mi Mi seh weh dem did want mi seh, mi probably be dem favorite And like a dem alone fi rich, Franc seh di same ting Jump inna mi spaceship, nah fi bruck di savings A dat di pussy dem nuh like, haters nuh faze mi Anuh our fault dem lazy, wi hot and still blazin' Fi see every youth rich would be so amazing Bust dung di Rolex fi match 'e ears ring Everything good when mi a suffer like dawg As mi start raise oh God a bare ting Every ghetto youth destined fi great tings Yeah man we been a dweet without dem ratings Wear some dear D&G, Bellaire B&B Mek millions and dem hating Know di ruff times ago test yuh faith A di hate aguh mek yuh great Di hate aguh mek yuh great A di hate aguh mek yuh great (Neva 'fraid) (Violate, hell a raise) (Public enemy number one) (A di hate aguh mek yuh great)

Satan is public enemy number one Wanted dead or alive for all the crimes of this land Killing God's children one by one Casting affliction upon the innocent man But as it were in the beginning So shall it be in the end God's righteous people must rule again So you're bound to be captured in the end For it's easier for a camel To go through the eye of a needle Than for wicked, wickedness To enter the Kingdom of God, I say! Look what you've done to mankind You planted the seed of crime in our children's mind Even the suckling on the breast Now becoming an awful test For it's easier for a camel To go through the eye of a needle Than for wicked, wickedness To enter the Kingdom of God, I say! Satan is public enemy number one Wanted dead or alive for all the crimes of this land Killing God's children one by one Casting affliction on the innocent man Beelzebub, I say! ...

(The Crimson Chin) Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy Ayy, ayy, ayy I don't give a fuck about what you're reckoning .44 pistol whip his mouth, quit your meddling Knock him out, leave him on the ground pickin' up his teeth Sex, drugs, and violence what I'm 'bout, public enemy No, I don't think he wanna die, die, die, die, die I don't think he wanna die, die, die, die, die I don't think he wanna die, die, die, die, die I don't think he wanna die, die, die, die, die Can't get a motherfuckin' grip, I'm slipping I do not wanna coexist, you pipsqueaks I put your face into my fist, you best be Heavy artillery equipped to test me So many things I can't let go Of what's been done to me, I can't let go Of what's been done so I let all this hate build up inside me I don't give a fuck about what you're reckoning .44 pistol whip his mouth, quit your meddling Knock him out, leave him on the ground pickin' up his teeth Sex, drugs, and violence what I'm 'bout, public enemy No, I don't think he want to die, die, die, die, die I don't think he want to die, die, die, die, die I don't think he want to die, die, die, die, die I don't think he want to die, die, die, die, die No, I don't think he want to die, die, die, die, die No, I don't think he wanna die, no, I don't think he wanna die I don't think he wanna die, the politician in a suit I don't think he wanna die, the policeman that's why he shoot In an alley getting high off something scheduled, one or two I don't think you wanna die, so why are you saying that you do? Legalized suicide, flip the script And I'm surprised you're alive, the pictures kicking It's fucked that you and I share oxygen I will survive, the public is not my friend Uh, you need a passport to leave the country If I say too much, they will hunt me Pop, pop, pop, goes the rifle With Uncle Sam, do not trifle With time has died the true rebel spirit There is no one left Only cowards, nope, no one left We don't give a F -Uck About what you're reckoning .44 pistol whip his mouth, quit your meddling Knock him out, leave him on the ground pickin' up his teeth Sex, drugs, and violence what I'm 'bout, public enemy No, I don't think he wanna, die, die, die, die I don't think he wanna, die, die, die, die I don't think he wanna, die, die, die, die I don't think he wanna, die, die, die, die No, I don't think he wanna die, die, die, die, die No, I don't think he wanna die, no, I don't think he wanna Die D-D-D-D-, D-D-D-D-, D-D-D-D-Die D-D-D-D-, D-D-D-D-, D-D-D-D-Die Hey could you—, could you do me a favor and get your mouth off my di—

I got no fucks to give, and I really don't care I'm just here for a couple of beers, yeah I got nowhere to go, and nothin' to lose Don't make me knock you off of that chair, yeah You gon' do what to who? Nigga, you ain't nothin', dude Shit, he say, "Nigga?" Yeah, I did, nigga, fuck you Oh, I can't say that? But you can say that? Black lives matter, and every white dude is racist I like country and rap, they say I can't I say I can, hold up, matter of fact I'm sayin', listen Racism is at an all-time high in America I don't judge people by their color I just judge them on their character Who wrote? You know, I know how to get it in Dawg, Cujo, you know, you just on that kitten, shit Large, I'm livin', you ain't in charge I'm givin' you three seconds 'fore I lose my temper Stomp your head in Oh, my God, aggression, fuck, yeah, I'm American Sometimes arrogant, I'm aware of it Take that fuckin' towel off your head I don't like the way you wearin' it Allah Akbar, sick of hearin' it from terrorists In our homeland, little kids poppin' Xans Walk around, skinny pants Where the fuck are mom and dad? But I'm supposed to honor that? Sorry, Honor, I object, and by object I mean, I'm comin' at your motherfuckin' neck Fuck a threat, no pretendin', bitch, I know what my gender is You think I'm offensive, I think you're too fuckin' sensitive Censor this, I don't give a fuck or a blurred middle finger You're more pussy than my little sister, get the picture? I got no fucks to give, and I really don't care I'm just here for a couple of beers, yeah I got nowhere to go, and nothin' to lose Don't make me knock you off that chair, yeah Pu-pu-pu-public enemy, number one, under the gun Never seen an enemy wantin' beef, I'm runnin' from Country rap, what the fuck is that? They just point and laugh Watch me put it on my back then put it on the map You ain't Church, you ain't Demun, you ain't jelly, you ain't struggle I'ma make this simple, bitch, I'm out to get you, you in trouble I'ma end you 'fore you start, take a man, break his heart I take action, you actin', learn to play your part You a fake, you ain't strong, you a bitch, you a fraud Music that I make, make you wish you never wrote a song Run along 'fore you catch clips from the automatic I'm a savage, all you do is rap about mud and tractors It's more than that, white trash, we deserve better Redneck, hillbillies, I'ma put this shit together Don't you ever say my name I'll expose ya Close your casket faster than I closed hosiers Game over

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