Miuzi Weighs A Ton Lyrics - Yo! Bum Rush The Show - Public Enemy

Step back, get away, give the brother some room 

You got to turn me up when the beat goes boom 

Lyric to lyric, line to line 

Then you'll understand my reputation for rhyme 

'Cause my rhyme reputation depends on what 

Style of record my DJ cuts 

His slice, dice, super mix so nice 

So bad, you won't dispute the price 

It's plain to see, it's a strain to be 

Number one in the public eye enemy 

I'm wanted in 50, almost 51 

States where the Posse got me on the run 

It's a big wonder why I haven't gone under 

Dodgin' all types of microphone thunder 

A fugitive missin' all types of hell 

All this because I talk so well 

When I rock, get up, get down 

Miuzi weighs a ton 

The match up title, the expression of thrill 

For elite to compete and attempt to get ill 

If looks could kill, I'd chill until 

The public catches on to my material 

Ducks criticize my every phase of rapture 

Can't wait to read the headlines of my capture 

Accused of assault, a 1st degree crime 

'Cause I beat competitors with my rhymes 

Tongue whipped, pushed, shoved and tripped 

Coocked from the hold of my Kung Fu grip 

And if you want my title, it would be suicidal 

From my end, it would be homicidal 

When I do work, you get destroyed 

Make all the paranoid, try to avoid 

The Public Enemy seat I've enjoyed 

This is no kid and I'm no toy boy 

Rock, get up, get down 

Miuzi weighs a ton 

I'm a Public Enemy but I don't rob banks 

I don't shoot bullets and I don't shoot blanks 

My style is supreme, number one is my rank 

And I got more power than the New York Yanks 

If Miuzi wasn't heavy, I'd probably fire it 

I'd make you walk the plank if I was a pirate 

If they made me a King, I would be a tyrant 

If you want to get me, go ahead and try it 

Snatcher, dispatcher, biter never been a 

Instead of takin' me out, take a girl to dinner 

The level of comp has never been thinner 

It's a runaway race where I'm the winner 

It's unreal, they call the law 

And claimed I had started a war 

It was war they wanted and war they got 

But they wilted in the heat when Miuzi got hot 

Rock, get up, get down 

Miuzi weighs a ton 

My style versatile said without rhymes 

Which is why they're after me on my back 

Lookin' over my shoulder, seein' what I write 

Hearin' what I say, they wonderin' why 

Why they can't ever compete on my level 

Superstar status is my domain 

Understand my rhythm, my pattern of lecture 

And then you'll know why I'm on the run 

This change of events results in a switch 

Lateral movements of my vocal pitch 

It eliminates pressure on the haunted 

But the posse is around so I got to front it 

Plus employ tactics so coy 

And leave no choice but to destroy 

Soloists, groups and what they say 

And all that try to cross my way