Public Enemy- "give It Up" Lyrics - Wrestling

[Flavor Flav vocals in these brackets] 

{crowd chant vocals in these brackets] 

Intro: Chuck D, Flavor Flav 

Aight {aight}, aight, aight {aight}, aight {aight} 

I'm aight if you aight {I'm aight} 

I be better - get some of that bass 

{word, give it up} aight, yeah 

[Rinkin twinkin body shakin 

Nuff attackin brain's a rackin 

Clock tockin Chuck shockin 

Flavor Flav ain't never shavin] 

(one, two, three four) 

Verse One: Chuck D 

It's another record, check it, mad methods 

To put my brothers and sisters on a deathbed 

You know he cheated, took what he wanted but now you blunted 

Suckin up to the devil steppin down a level 

It's who they fear is you 

Who protects us from us and you from you 

Yes and it counts [fuck the fourty ounce] 

I sued them bastards, yeah they got bounce 

I did em like a demo {threw em out the window} 

I took a 98 cause I never liked a limo 

But pump pump pump pu-pump pump it up 

A mad rhyme, for mad times, that's what's up 

Some ain't gonna change, I got em in a range 

I gotta rearrange, so I'm buildin back your brain 

Wreckin records with funky stuff 

Am I loud enough? {yeah} You got ta give it up 

Chorus: Flavor Flav 

Give it up, give it up, give it up yo repeat 

Give it up, give it up, gotta give it up / 4 times 

repeat #2 -- (occasional) Chuck D vocal 

yeah 

you gots ta give it up now 

Verse Two: Chuck D 

Come again with the same old bounce 

I'm calling a foul and once again it counts 

Mad tense mad tense brothers know 

The blunts in the back got the black behind and that's wack 

[And once again it's on!] 

Hey Jimmy cracked corn cracker singin "I don't care", it's on 

I'm comin with a rhyme [what?] I'm lettin go a rhyme [yeah!] 

I gotta get a rhyme through the rough and crazy times 

Call me a Hannibal lecture, yes I checked her 

They don't hear me though, so here I go 

I'm sick and tired so Sly'll take ya higher 

When I'm takin his sound to bring you down 

Rappers rippin a lyrical kickin finger-lickin 

But to the rhythm I'm givin but never cotton pickin 

Like James Brown I'm sayin it loud 

Am I loud enough? Huh, you got ta give it up 

[Some ain't gonna change, some ain't gonna change 

Some ain't gonna never ever change 

Some ain't gonna change, some ain't gonna change 

Some ain't gonna NEVER EVER change!] 

Chorus [1/2X] 

Interlude: Chuck D, Flavor Flav 

And when I'm coming, some young dumb and fulla cum 

Some second guessing my lessons about saving young 

Some don't know like Run said so here we go 

Where it is inside, whoop there it is 

{aaaaaaah} There it is 

[There it is, damn right 

My man X is a bad mother {shut your mouth) 

I'm talking about Terminator, he's the man] 

There it is, can you hit me off with another one 

Chorus 

I never did represent doing dumb shit 

Some gangsta lying - I'd rather diss Presidents 

Dead or alive, bring em and I'll swing em 

I vocalize, I just rap, I don't sing em 

Flick em, and I fling em, you can go with em 

Hall of Fame for the game for the points I Dave Bing em 

Go Grandmama, close but no cigar 

I got mine, for I'm using my rhyme 

The flow go wherever I want, and that's clever 

Give a piece of my time, to prevent some crime 

And who behind puttin the guns to the young ones 

The ones that make em is the ones that take em 

Rugged for no reason, down in duck season 

I don't want my mama, on the street wearing armor 

So check yaself before ya wreck yaself 

Respect yaself, hah, you got ta give it up 

Chorus [4X] (fades out)