| Song | M.P.E. |
| Artist | Public Enemy |
| Album | Yo! Bum Rush the Show |
| 作曲 : James Henry Boxley III & William Jonathan Drayton & Carlton Ridenhour | |
| 作词 : D., Flavor Flav, Shocklee | |
| I'm cold gettin' busy while I'm shakin' you down | |
| I'm on the air, you're on the ground | |
| Chuck D, the enemy, words you heed | |
| Build for speed, but what you need is | |
| Funky fresh lyrics fallin' down on time | |
| Your enemy poppin' it, droppin' a dime | |
| Comin' back rockin' a tomahawk jam | |
| And still gettin' fly with the mike in my hand | |
| I'm cold coolin' out, layin in the shade | |
| Dealers buggin cause they're gonna get sprayed | |
| Their intimidator, your Scarface | |
| What's goin' on (huh) what's takin' place | |
| I don't wear gold but I clock ducats | |
| And I have the money overflowing out of buckets | |
| You want crazy dollars, I make people holler | |
| You stick 'em stupid and I'm snatching biters collars | |
| I'll rebuilt the mine to alleviate | |
| Unnecessary pressures that can create | |
| The sting that stung Yama-Goochie Foo Yung | |
| When he bit the Public Enemy he only got hung | |
| Cause his brain was gettin' bigger than a pregnant toad | |
| His heartbeat stopped cause of overload | |
| I made the beat that broke his back | |
| I cut his circulation made his world turn back | |
| I find out things like E.S.P. | |
| Amazing world of Kreskin's brain velocity | |
| Like Alexander Munday, I'm in like Flint | |
| Mercedes limousine with a hardcore tint | |
| I'm captain of the ship, I make 'em walk the planks | |
| Riding round the world, hundred sixty million francs | |
| Not like the kind that you put on the grill | |
| Cause I only do it like that when I'm on a chill hill | |
| When I get to the beach, the ground's so sandy | |
| Girls on my jock like ants on candy | |
| Checking out the fellas with the girls on the side | |
| Put ya boat in the water, let's take a ride | |
| to the land of party people rocking shocking to the beat | |
| So keep ya eyes on ya girl cause ya know I'm gonna cheat | |
| I'm gonna max and relax and chill my will | |
| Body rockin', brain shockin' makes your heart stand still | |
| I'm goin' for the money that man ever made | |
| Gettin' thrill from orders, suckers obeyed | |
| It's gettin' late and I can't wait | |
| To drive by the bus and rock my tape | |
| My car is movin', fast like a train | |
| Never skid off the road, even in the rain | |
| Cold dodgin' tickets, rockin' all the jams | |
| Make biters step back and understand |
| zuò qǔ : James Henry Boxley III William Jonathan Drayton Carlton Ridenhour | |
| zuò cí : D., Flavor Flav, Shocklee | |
| I' m cold gettin' busy while I' m shakin' you down | |
| I' m on the air, you' re on the ground | |
| Chuck D, the enemy, words you heed | |
| Build for speed, but what you need is | |
| Funky fresh lyrics fallin' down on time | |
| Your enemy poppin' it, droppin' a dime | |
| Comin' back rockin' a tomahawk jam | |
| And still gettin' fly with the mike in my hand | |
| I' m cold coolin' out, layin in the shade | |
| Dealers buggin cause they' re gonna get sprayed | |
| Their intimidator, your Scarface | |
| What' s goin' on huh what' s takin' place | |
| I don' t wear gold but I clock ducats | |
| And I have the money overflowing out of buckets | |
| You want crazy dollars, I make people holler | |
| You stick ' em stupid and I' m snatching biters collars | |
| I' ll rebuilt the mine to alleviate | |
| Unnecessary pressures that can create | |
| The sting that stung YamaGoochie Foo Yung | |
| When he bit the Public Enemy he only got hung | |
| Cause his brain was gettin' bigger than a pregnant toad | |
| His heartbeat stopped cause of overload | |
| I made the beat that broke his back | |
| I cut his circulation made his world turn back | |
| I find out things like E. S. P. | |
| Amazing world of Kreskin' s brain velocity | |
| Like Alexander Munday, I' m in like Flint | |
| Mercedes limousine with a hardcore tint | |
| I' m captain of the ship, I make ' em walk the planks | |
| Riding round the world, hundred sixty million francs | |
| Not like the kind that you put on the grill | |
| Cause I only do it like that when I' m on a chill hill | |
| When I get to the beach, the ground' s so sandy | |
| Girls on my jock like ants on candy | |
| Checking out the fellas with the girls on the side | |
| Put ya boat in the water, let' s take a ride | |
| to the land of party people rocking shocking to the beat | |
| So keep ya eyes on ya girl cause ya know I' m gonna cheat | |
| I' m gonna max and relax and chill my will | |
| Body rockin', brain shockin' makes your heart stand still | |
| I' m goin' for the money that man ever made | |
| Gettin' thrill from orders, suckers obeyed | |
| It' s gettin' late and I can' t wait | |
| To drive by the bus and rock my tape | |
| My car is movin', fast like a train | |
| Never skid off the road, even in the rain | |
| Cold dodgin' tickets, rockin' all the jams | |
| Make biters step back and understand |