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—

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)

Land of the free But the skin I'm in identifies me So the people around me Energize me Callin' all aboard this train ride Talkin' 'bout raw hardcore Leavin' frauds on the outside But the bad thing is anyone can ride the train And the reason For that is 'cause we look the same Lookin' all around at my so called friend Light skin to the brown The black Here we go again Homey over there knows Keith an But he be thiefin' I don't trust him Rather bust 'em Up out goes his hand and I cough He once stole from me Yeah I wanna cut it off The black thing is a ride I call the nighttrain It rides the good and the bad We call the monkey trained Trained to attack the black it's true 'Cause some of them look just like you Stayin' on the scene Sittin' on the train See all the faces Look about the same There go the sellout who's takin' a ride like Cargo 'Cause he deal The keys from Key Largo Runnin' Nat narcotic By George he got it Takin' makin' the G erotic And the fiends they scheme So he can put 'em down But his method is wreck 'em Put 'em in tha ground Got tha nerve as hell To yell brother man He ain't black man Known to murder his own Traitor on the phone Ridin' the train Self-hater trained To sell pain The master's toy Little boy Hard to avoid he look wit' it but he null 'n' void 'Cause he ridin' the train you think he down for the cause 'Cause his face looks just like yours More of the same insane who sayin' Like flowin' like nighttrain Runnin' the pain of the black reign You look, you laugh You doubt and go out And I'm gone But the bass goes on To talk the talk, but walk the walk The king of New York Crack a lack attack the black To crack the back Once again I test a friend wit' sincerity Or consider him an enemy Who am I to tell a lie Rather push da bush Hope da cracker get crushed I'm rollin' wit' rush Leader of the bum rush Russian I ain't Spreadin' like paint Lookin' at the put I got And its kickin' But it ain't chicken But it's livin' for a city So sick 'n' tired Of a scene buckwild, piled in a file Senile or chile They said it never been no worser Than this, I'm on the nighttrain They hope ya don't miss it Give ya what dey gotta give you just go You musn't just put your Trust in every brother yo Some don't give a damn 'Cause they the other man Worse than a bomb Posin' as Uncle Toms Disgracin' the race Blowin' up The whole crew Wit' some of them lookin' Just like you

These dirt roads ain't gold down there It's hell on earth, anything goes down here Lookin' for some holy water at the water hole But all I'm findin' is whiskey and beer And I'm a sinner, I'm a sinner to the core Searchin' like the devil, to find the Lord, yea Heaven knows I need help sometimes 'Cause I love to have a hell of a time I said, I'm a sinner, I'm a sinner, Lord save me But please pour me up a drink before you take me If you can turn water into wine I'm sure you make a hell of a shine, yea I can't help it Lord I'm sinnin' every day I need your help and I pray Amen I'm climbin' to the top of that mountain I'm tryin' to find you God Keep tryin' to be an angel, but I'm still, raisin' hell Can't make it out this world alive I just want a piece of heaven, before I die So pass me the apple pie I'm gonna drink it all down, 'til the jar goes dry Baptized in the lake of fire Should have drowned me when you could, but I'm still alive I'm comin' for your ass like a bat outta hell And you can bet I'm gonna take what's mine, oh Preacher man don't preach to me You should pull up a chair and have a drink with me You sweatin' like the devil with them lies you told You better start prayin' to save your soul, oh no I can't help it Lord I'm sinnin' every day I need your help and I pray Amen I'm climbin' to the top of that mountain I'm tryin' to find you God Keep tryin' to be an angel, but I'm still, raising hell

Yeah, nothin' new We just fight, where you at? Come outside We just fight, where you at? Come outsi-i-i-i I'm gonna rap, boom bap Y'all gonna ask "Who's that?" Motherfucker came straight from the mid-west Love me the south confederates I ain't ever heard no better shit Y'all sound a lot like Cheddar Bob You don't even know what cheddar is Probably should go and get a job? Y'all motherfuckers makin' us look bad Do this in my sleep like no look pass Lookin' like kids with a big book bag First day of school 'bout to get whoop ass You know I got a whole can of that You look gay like a fanny pack I ain't tryna hear that tranny rap This shit gon' make your granny mad This grown man shit, hold that bitch Take a photo, you know Kodak bitch? You climbin' up the wrong tree, no way down Nobody knows you in your town I show up and y'all show love You show up nobody gives a fuck Must suck to suck go chase some clout I'm up so high I'm chasin' clouds I'm a hooligan, live and die for the dangerous shit I'm a goon again, old school new scars nothin' new to them Yeah, nothin' new We just fight, where you at? Come outside (I'm a hooligan) We just fight, where you at? Come outside (I'm a hooligan) We just fight, where you at? Come outside (I'm a hooligan) We just fight, where you at? Come outside (I'm a hooligan) Country Casanova knock the dust up off my flannel Now I do feel like a star they got me actin' like a vandal I got guards outside my house, I got drones up in the air I got cars at both my houses, never been a dealer player Yeah, the police watchin' me like T.I. back in 2010 Prolly 'cause I got an army base I'm postin' on the 'Gram Yeah, they done blocked me off my socials They done shadow banned reactors They done tried to shut my shows down, we Metallica them bastards And last year my best shit was the Range Rover song Now my homies like "Hey fuck these junky ass cars" No weed in the seat with the back filled up with top soil Then I chopped the top off, it gets rained on Mother Nature hits me up like "Damn son nice car" Yeah, that last line was a light bar No not the one on your truck I mean an actual light bar Take a photo then send that shit pop flash that photosynthesis I make weapons with words that sell, occupation wordsmithmenship I'm a hooligan, live and die for the dangerous shit I'm a goon again, old school new scars nothin' new to them Yeah, nothin' new We just fight, where you at? Come outside (I'm a hooligan) We just fight, where you at? Come outside (I'm a hooligan) We just fight, where you at? Come outside (I'm a hooligan) We just fight, where you at? Come outside (I'm a hooligan)

This is not a song This is not even a fucking warning I'm coming for all you mother fuckers If you diss me, I'm coming to your front door there will be no reply Le, le, le, Let me make this crystal clear This country rap ain't shit to hear Y'all ain't moved an inch in years Stuck in the mud shiftin' gears You must write your raps with crayons Hosier's got like a dozen fans Known for fucking his cousin and Talkin' shit but won't throw hands You ain't a man, you a bitch right You buddy up then you switch sides Can't get nowhere so you dick ride That's straight up, midnight Don't get me wrong tryin' to put a song But have of y'all can't write a song The other half is doin' shit, they build it up and you ruin it It's time to man up, no more bitch Why you on stage grabbin your dick Talkin' about the beers you drinking braggin' about the cans you dip You so cammo I can't see you this ammo make yo ass see through Talk tough get fucked tossed In the trunk then take that punk 'til I see you Once a hillbilly get killed really, I fuck with 'ol boy Chicken Willy It's summer time body still chilly Can't touch ya boy but you still feel me I choke a hater with Copenhagen, dope as fuck, no mistaken As far as hick-hop I hit the top, whether or not that shit's vacant Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up This is who the fuck is Just In Time This is Redneck Rave Shit motherfuckers Whatchall think I wasn't going to get on here and talk my shit Y'all sadly mother fuckin' mistaken, now check this out Y'all mother fuckers wanna talk about Y'all gonna piss on somebody's boots I got 17 motherfuckin reasons why you ain't gonna step bitch You got a motherfuckin problem When you see me Make sure your ass hop out the mutherfuckin' truck bitch Let's go! You, you, you thought I was done, no, n-n-n-no Armed to the teeth in a no gun zone Got an army with me Quit talking to me like, lights on upstairs but nobody's home Nobody's on shit, just fight me, nobody wants it, unlikely Get stomped out by redwing boots We don't do soft shit 'round her, fuck Nike You won't pull it, shot gun bullets, wreck ya whole body All I hear is a lotta bullshit, you ain't nobody Who's gonna check me, I'm waitin' Please don't test me, my patience Running out don't run ya mouth, this gun I got ain't go no safety Lord have mercy, I mean that, If I react it means Hearses Bunch of virgins, I can't fuck with these bitches weak ass verse This is curtains, show's over Not for me but for those or you who oppose the fact I just showed ya that the game is over (it's over)

Hillbilly, cracker Nigga, white trash Fuck you nigga What the fuck you rappin' for? Cracker ass cracker Got your rebel flag with your camo hat backwards Stains on your shirt with your fucked up teeth Piece of shit truck broke down in the middle of the street Old lady bitchin' in the passenger street Smokin' like a chimney, kids in the back can't breathe Got a kid on her lap, smack his ass if he speaks Always wearin' wife-beaters, 'cause their ass gettin' beat Okay, that's white trash, but what about a hillbilly Redneck motherfucker, never even near a city Out in the woods, huntin' deeper than the wolves Get the big ol' buck, bring him home, eat until they full Or they out in the shed, on the side drinkin' shine Ol' lady bitchin', better bring your ass inside It's way past nine, you've been drinkin' all night Get to work on time, up before sun rise They call me redneck, white trash, say it back I don't care, kiss my ass, I don't care, kiss my ass They call me redneck white trash, say it back I don't care, kiss my ass, I don't care, kiss my ass They call me redneck, white trash, say it back I don't care, kiss my ass, I don't care, kiss my ass They call me redneck white trash, say it back I don't care, kiss my ass, I don't care, kiss my ass What the fuck you rappin' for? Nigga ass nigga Got your saggin' pants, with your ass hangin' out the back Hangin' out in front of liquor stores sellin' crack Just so you can put some 24's on your Cadillac Baby mama bitchin', you ain't' takin' care of business All you do is smoke weed, run around with other bitches And you can't keep a job, 'cause you're in and out of prison Guess it must be Trump's fault, 'cause you're makin' bad decisions That's about niggas but what about black folk? Raise their kids right, every night mom and dad are home Huntin' for a job, not cryin' about a privilege Cryin' out to God, stop the violence where we livin' Fuck it though, you a nigga and I'm just a cracker They pin us against each other, sit back and they watch it happen In the hood, they sellin' crack, and killin' over shoes and jackets In the trailer park, they fall apart, a bunch of Mack daddies They call me redneck, white trash, say it back I don't care, kiss my ass, I don't care, kiss my ass They call me redneck white trash, say it back I don't care, kiss my ass, I don't care, kiss my ass They call me redneck, white trash, say it back I don't care, kiss my ass, I don't care, kiss my ass They call me redneck white trash, say it back I don't care, kiss my ass, I don't care, kiss my ass