[Intro: Flavor Flav] Yo Chuck, bust a move man I was on my way up here to the studio, you know what I'm saying And this brother stopped me and asked me "Yo, what's up with that brother Chuckie D, he swear he nice?" I said, "Yo, the brother don't swear he nice, he knows he's nice", you know what I'm saying So Chuck, we got a feeling you turning into a Public Enemy, man Now remember that line you was kicking to me on the way out to L.A. Laurelton Queens While we was in the car on our way to the shop Well yo, right now, kick the bass for them brothers and let 'em know What goes on
[Verse 1: Chuck D] 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 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 emcees 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 bassing, I'll start placing Bets on that you'll be disgracing You and your mind from my beating 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
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[Verse 2: Chuck D] You got no rap but you want to battle It's like having a boat but you've got no paddle Cause I never pause, I say it because I don't break in stores but I break all laws Written while sitting, all bidding not hidden Giving me the juice that you're not getting I'm not a law obeyer, so you can tell your mayor I'mma non-stop, rhythm rock, poetry sayer I'm the rhyme player, the ozone layer A battle what? Here's a bible so start your prayer This word to the wise is justified If they ask you what happened, just admit you lied You just got caught up, for going out of order And now you're serving football teams their water You messed with the Master, word to Chuck And I waxed cold taxed, make sure you got dunked You just got dissed, all but dismissed Sucker duck emcees you get me pissed It's no fun being on the run Because they got me Public Enemy number one
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[Verse 3: Chuck D] Don't you know, don't you know.. I got a posse of a force to back me up Watch out, we got metal to match Ambush attack on my back, double-team you get creamed So we have it, so you won't catch Wanna hear it again we got a force, enemy down The L.I. circuit sound And Chuckie D, myself and K-Jee, Flavor, DJ Melo-D 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, out the homeboy section Kicking like Bruce Lee "Chinese Connection" On stereo, never ever mono On wax, yes, I'm talking about vinyl They said "Stop! Freeze!" I got froze up Because I'm Public Enemy number one
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[Verse 4: Chuck D] For all you Suckers, liars, your cheap amplifiers Your crossed up wires are always starting fires You grown up criers, now here's a pair of pliers Get a job like your mother, heard she fixes old dryers You have no desires, your father fixes tires You try to sell your 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
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[Outro: Flavor Flav] Yeah, that's right Chuck, man That's what you gotta