Public Enemy #1 Lyrics - Revolverlution - Public Enemy

Yo, Chuck, bust a move, man 

I was on my way up here to the studio 

Ya know what I'm sayin'? An' this brother stop me an' ask 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, I got a feelin' 

You turn him into a Public Enemy, man 

Now remember that line you was kickin' to me 

On the way out to L.A. [Incomprehensible] 

While we was in the car, on our way to the Shot 

Well yo, right now, kick the bass for them brothers 

An' 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 an' 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 and hang it on the wall 

In remembrance that I rocked them all 

Suckers, ducks, ho hum MCs 

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 disgracin' 

You an' 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 goin' out of order 

An' now you're servin' football teams their water 

You messed with the master, word to Chuck 

An' I'll wax cold tax, made sure you got dunked 

You just got dissed, all but dismissed 

Sucker duck MCs, you get me pissed 

It's no fun bein' 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, double teamin', get creamed 

So we have us, so you're okay? 

Wanna hear it again? We got a force 

Enemy down, the L.I. circuit sound 

Ain't it Chuckie D, myself an' K.G., 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 Bruce Lee's Chinese connection 

On stereo, never ever mind, yo 

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 and cheap amplifiers 

Your crossed up wires are always startin' 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 an' 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 

They get 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 

An' we can get all the ladies 

An' in the backyard we got a fly Mercedes 

An' that's the way the story goes 

That's just the way the story goes