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Uzi Lyrics - Revolverlution - Public Enemy

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 and I use I never lose to a team 

Cause I can can go solo like a Sugar Ray bolo 

Make the fly girls wanna have my photo 

Run in their room hang it on the wall 

In remembrance that I rocked them all 

Suckers, ducks, ho-hum emcees 

You can't rock the kid, so go cut some cheese 

Take this application of rhymes like these 

My rap's red hot, 110 degrees 

So don't start bassin' cause I'll start placin' 

Bets on that you'll be disgracing 

You and you mind from a beatin' from my rhymes 

A time, 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 

 

You got no rap, but you want a 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 the ozone layer 

A battle what? Here's a bible so start your prayer 

A word to the wise is justified 

If they ask you what happened, just admit you lied 

You just got caught a, for going out of order 

And now you're servin' football teams their water 

You just got dissed, all but dismissed 

Sucker duck emcees, you get me pissed 

It's no fun, being on the run 

Cause they got me, Public Enemy number one 

 

For all you suckers, liars, your cheap amplifiers 

You crossed up wires are always starting fires 

For 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 and your crew, is only known as good triers 

Known as the poetic lyrical son 

I'm Public Enemy number one