Timebomb Lyrics - Yo! Bum Rush The Show - Public Enemy

Hey Chuck, we got some non-believers out there 

Yo, we gotta do somethin' about that man 

Yo, we gotta get stupid 

Yo, we gotta let 'em know what time it is 

You go ooh and ahh when I jump in my car 

People treat me like Kareem Abdul Jabbar 

No matter who you are when I'm up to par 

I betcha go hip hop, hurray or hurrah 

But the ahhs and ohhs is my kind of news 

Pop your tape in, put your car in cruise 

I never heard the boos, I never drank booze 

'Cause I just rock the rhythm left alone the blues 

The L.I. mystique, you sneak to peek 

A look and then you know that we're never weak 

I know you can't wait, it's never too late 

No fear I'm here and everything is straight 

Cycles, cycles, life runs in cycles 

New is old, no, I'm not no psycho 

The monkey on the back makes the best excel 

The people in the crowd makes the best rock well 

The people in the back lets you know who's whack 

And those who lack the odds are stacked 

The one who makes the money is white not black 

You might not believe it but it is like that 

When you come to my show watch me throw 

Down with the other brothers toe to toe 

When you make a move, new not used 

And watch the bro here just bust a groove 

A fat lady soprano, loads my ammo 

Hear my jam with a funky piano 

Easy on the wall but hard on the panel 

A fool smokes Kools 'cause he chokes on Camels 

In effect the crew's in check 

Run by the posse with the gold around the neck 

Homeboys in heat lookin' for sweet 

Ladies in the crowd so they can meet 

Somebody to body makin' a baby 

Givin' it to grandma an' makin' her crazy 

I'm a MC protector, U.S. defector 

South African government wrecker 

Panther power, you can feel it in my arm 

Lookout y'all I'm a timebomb 

Tickin', tockin', all about rockin' 

Makin' much dollars while the crazy one's clockin' 

The rhythm to shake the house downy down 

Bounce to the ounce is sound the crown 

The man, the enemy, Public King, no thing 

All fall to the force of my swing 

Like Ali Frazier, Thriller in Manila 

A pinpoint point blank microphone killer am I 

No need to lie, got the Flavor Flave 

To prove I'll win and if not the save 

I'll pick up, rack up, put your whole shack up 

Just choose to lose the bet, emcee stick up 

This is the wiz but the mike's not his, it's mine 

One time let the star shine 

And I'm tellin' you, yelling at you you're through 

Don't think you're grown 'cause your mustache grew 

I'm number one you know it weighs a ton 

And I'll be the burger you can be the bun, girl 

Surroundin' my steady poundin', get on down to my funky sound 

And rock the rhythm rhyme one time your mind 

Rhythm roll, two times control 

The mauler and the caller of your doom 

And when I'm ready to leave, you're gonna know I go boom 

Three times y'all rhythm rhyme and rock 

Then you'll that the D is on the block 

Four times y'all and never ever the whack 

It's the hour to the minute, time to blow black