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Yo, Chuck, bust a move, man |
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I was on my way up here to the studio |
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Ya know what I'm sayin'? An' this brother stop me an' ask me |
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"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" |
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Ya know what I'm sayin'? So Chuck, I got a feelin' |
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You turn him into a Public Enemy, manNow remember that line you was kickin' to me |
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On the way out to L.A. [Incomprehensible] |
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While we was in the car, on our way to the Shot |
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Well yo, right now, kick the bass for them brothers |
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An' let them know what goes on, what goes onWell, I'm all in, put it up on the board |
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Another rapper shot down from the mouth that roared |
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1, 2, 3, down for the count |
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The result of my lyrics, oh yes, no doubtCold rock rap, 49er supreme |
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Is what I choose an' I use, I never lose to a team |
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'Cause I can go solo, like a Tyson bolo |
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Make the fly girls wanna have my photoRun in their room and hang it on the wall |
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In remembrance that I rocked them all |
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Suckers, ducks, ho hum MCs |
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You can't rock the kid, so go cut the cheeseTake this application of rhymes like these |
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My rap's red hot, 110 degrees |
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So don't start bassin', I'll start placin' |
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Bets on that? You'll be disgracin'You an' your mind from a beatin' from my rhymes |
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A time for a crime that I can't find |
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I'll show you my gun, my Uzi weighs a ton |
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Because I'm Public Enemy number oneOne, one, one |
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One, one, one, oneYou got no rap but you want to battle |
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It's like havin' a boat but you got no paddle |
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'Cause I never pause, I say it because |
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I don't break in stores but I break all lawsWritten while sittin', all fittin', not bitten |
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Givin' me the juice that your not gettin' |
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I'm not a law obeyer so you can tell your mayor |
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I'm a non-stop, rhythm, rock poetry sayerI'm the rhyme player, the ozone layer |
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A battle, what? Here's a Bible, start your prayer |
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This word to the wise is justified |
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If they ask you what happened, just admit you liedYou just got caught a for goin' out of order |
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An' now you're servin' football teams their water |
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You messed with the master, word to Chuck |
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An' I'll wax cold tax, made sure you got dunkedYou just got dissed, all but dismissed |
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Sucker duck MCs, you get me pissed |
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It's no fun bein' on the run |
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Because they got me, Public Enemy number oneOne, one, one |
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One, one, oneDon't you know, don't you know? |
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I got a posse of a force to back me up |
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Watch out, we got never the match |
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Ambush attack, on my back, double teamin', get creamedSo we have us, so you're okay? |
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Wanna hear it again? We got a force |
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Enemy down, the L.I. circuit sound |
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Ain't it Chuckie D, myself an' K.G., Flavor, DJ MelodyOh yes, I presume it's the tunes that make us groom |
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To make all the ladies swoon |
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But it's also the words from our direction, a gold boy session |
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Kickin' like Bruce Lee's Chinese connectionOn stereo, never ever mind, yo |
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All wax, yes, I'm talkin' about vinyl |
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They said, "Stop, freeze", I got froze up |
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Because I'm Public Enemy number oneOne, one, one |
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One, one, one |
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One, one, oneFor all you suckers, liars and cheap amplifiers |
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Your crossed up wires are always startin' fires |
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You grown up criers, now here's a pair of pliers |
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Get a job like your mother, I heard she fixes old dryersYou have no desires, your father fixes tires |
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You try to sell ya equipment but you get no buyers |
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It's you they never hire, you're never on flyers |
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'Cause you an' your crew is only known as good triersKnown as the poetic, political, lyrical son |
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I'm Public Enemy number oneOne, one, one |
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One, one, one |
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One, one, oneYeah, that's right, Chuck, man, that's what you gotta do |
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You gotta tell them just like that, ya know what I'm sayin'? |
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'Cause yo, man, let me tell you a little somethin', man |
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These brothers runnin' around, hard headedThey get a little jealous, ya know what I'm sayin'? |
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Just like that, ya know, they try to bring you down with 'em |
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But yo, Chuck, you gotta let 'em know |
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Who's who in the world of beatYou gotta let 'em know that this is the 80's |
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An' we can get all the ladies |
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An' in the backyard we got a fly Mercedes |
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An' that's the way the story goes |
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That's just the way the story goes |
