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

(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

Hey, Chuck, we got some non-believers out there Yo, we got to do somethin' about that, man Yo, we got to get stupid Yo, we gotta let 'em know what time it is You go "ooh" and "ah" when I jump in my car People treat me like Kareem Abdul Jabbar No matter who you are, when I'm up to par I betcha go hip hop, hurray or hurrah But the "ahh"s and "ooh"s is my kind of news Pop your tape in, put your car in cruise I never heard the boos, I never drank booze 'Cause I just rock the rhythm, left alone the blues The L.I. mystique, you sneak to peek A look and then you know that we're never weak I know you can't wait, it's never too late No fear I'm here, and everything is straight Cycles, cycles, life runs in cycles New is old, no I'm not no psycho The monkey on the back makes the best excel The people in the crowd makes the best rock well The people in the back lets you know who's whack And those who lack, the odds are stacked The one who makes the money is white not black You might not believe it but it's like that When you come to my show, watch me throw Down with the other brothers toe to toe When you make a move, new not used And watch the bro here just bust a groove A fat lady soprano, loads my ammo Hear my jam, with a funky piano Easy on the wall but hard on the panel A fool smokes Kools 'cause he chokes on Camels In effect, the crew's in check Run by the posse with the gold around the neck Homeboys in heat, lookin' for sweet Ladies in the crowd so they can meet Somebody to body, makin' a baby Givin' it to grandma then makin' her crazy I'm a MC protector, U.S. defector South African government wrecker Panther power, you can feel it in my arm Lookout y'all, I'm a timebomb tickin', tockin', all about rockin' Makin' much dollars while the crazy one's clockin' The rhythm, to shake the house downy down Bounce to the ounce, sound so crown The man, the enemy, Public King, no thing All fall to the force of my swing Like Ali, Frazier, Thriller in Manila A pinpoint point blank microphone killer Am I, no need to lie, got the Flavor Flav To prove I'll win and if not the save I'll pick up, rack up, put your whole shack up Just choose to lose the bet, MC stick up This is the wiz, but the mike's not his It's mine, one time, let the star shine And I'm tellin' you, yelling at you, you're through Don't think you're grown 'cause your moustache grew I'm number one, you know it weighs a ton And I'll be the burger, you can be the bun, girl Surroundin', my steady poundin' Get on down to my funky sound And rock the rhythm rhyme, one time your mind Rhythm roll, two times control The mauler and the caller of your doom And when I'm ready to leave, you're gonna know I go boom Three times y'all, rhythm rhyme and rock Then you'll that the D is on the block Four times y'all and never ever the whack It's the hour to the minute, time to blow black

A the war of art Against the art of war B be yourself See yourself C check yourself / Dont destroy yourself D dont love yourself/ Cant love nobody else E planet earth im a earthizen F.dont forget the god within G grind to find yourself again H have art fill whats missin Ehhhhhhhhh Ehhhhhhhhh Ehhhhhhhhh The earth without art is just, eh. I i am awake not sleep J no justice / no peace K aint ok to be sheep L listen to the words speakers speak M black lives mattercmon now N no lives matterif we dont matter O oh say can you see? P planet earth -public enemy Ehhhhhhhhh Ehhhhhhhhh Ehhhhhhhhh The earth without art is just, eh. Break Q question is it right or is it wrong? R write on, listen to the song S sacrifice for the team T time to make something mean U means we under arrest V victims of the system stress. W we instead of me the narrative X Y Z Cause art is how we live Beat break... Dj lord So its time to leave you a preview (scratch)

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