Public Enemy - Public Enemy No. 1 lyrics
[Public Enemy - Public Enemy No. 1 lyrics]
Yo Chuck, bust a move man
I was on my way up here to the studio
You know what I'm saying?
And this brother stopped me
And asked me, "Yo
What's up with that brother Chuckie D
He swear he nice?"
I said, "Yo, the brother don't swear
He nice, he knows he's nice"
You know what I'm saying?
So Chuck, we got a feeling you
Turning into a Public Enemy, man
Now remember that line you was kicking to
Me on the way out to LA
Laurelton Queens while we was in the car
On our way to the shop?
Well yo, right now, kick the bass for them
Brothers and let 'em 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
One, two, three, down for the count
The result of my lyrics, oh yes, no doubt
Cold rock rap, forty-niner supreme
Is what I choose and 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, 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 the cheese
Take this application of rhymes like these
My rap's red hot, hundred ten degrees
So don't start bassing, I'll start placing
Bets on that you'll be disgracing
You and your mind from my
Beating 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!
(One, one, one, hoo hah)
You got no rap, but you want to battle
It's like having a boat
But you've got no paddle
'Cause I never pause, I say it because
I don't break in stores, but I break all laws
Written while sitting, all bidding not hidden
Giving me the juice that you're not getting
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 up for going out of order
And now you're serving football
Teams their water
You messed with the Master, word to Chuck
And I waxed cold taxed
Make sure you got dunked
You just got dissed, all but dismissed
Sucker duck emcees, you get me pissed
It's no fun being on the run
Because they got me Public Enemy number one
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 mettle to match
Ambush attack on my back
Double-team you get creamed
So we have it, so you won't catch
Wanna hear it again? We got a force
Enemy down the LI circuit sound
And Chuckie D, myself, and K-Jee
Flavor, DJ Melo-D 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
The homeboy section
Kicking like Bruce Lee's "Chinese Connection"
On stereo, never ever mono
On wax, yes, I'm talking 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, your cheap amplifiers
Your crossed up wires are
Always starting fires you grown up criers
Now here's a pair of pliers
Get a job like your mother
Heard she fixes old dryers
You have no desires, your father fixes tires
You try to sell your 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, 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 'em just like that
You know what I'm saying 'Cause yo man
Let me tell you a little something man
These brothers running around, hard headed
They get a little jealous
You know what I'm saying
Just like that, you know
They're trying to bring you down with them
But yo Chuck, you got to let them know who's
Who in the world to be
You got to let them know
That this is the 80's
And we can get all the ladies
And in the backyard we got a fly Mercedes
And that's the way the story goes
That's just the way the story goes
Let me tell you a little something man
I was on my way up here to the studio
You know what I'm saying?
And this brother stopped me
And asked me, "Yo
What's up with that brother Chuckie D
He swear he nice?"
I said, "Yo, the brother don't swear
He nice, he knows he's nice"
You know what I'm saying?
So Chuck, we got a feeling you
Turning into a Public Enemy, man
Now remember that line you was kicking to
Me on the way out to LA
Laurelton Queens while we was in the car
On our way to the shop?
Well yo, right now, kick the bass for them
Brothers and let 'em 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
One, two, three, down for the count
The result of my lyrics, oh yes, no doubt
Cold rock rap, forty-niner supreme
Is what I choose and 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, 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 the cheese
Take this application of rhymes like these
My rap's red hot, hundred ten degrees
So don't start bassing, I'll start placing
Bets on that you'll be disgracing
You and your mind from my
Beating 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!
(One, one, one, hoo hah)
You got no rap, but you want to battle
It's like having a boat
But you've got no paddle
'Cause I never pause, I say it because
I don't break in stores, but I break all laws
Written while sitting, all bidding not hidden
Giving me the juice that you're not getting
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 up for going out of order
And now you're serving football
Teams their water
You messed with the Master, word to Chuck
And I waxed cold taxed
Make sure you got dunked
You just got dissed, all but dismissed
Sucker duck emcees, you get me pissed
It's no fun being on the run
Because they got me Public Enemy number one
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 mettle to match
Ambush attack on my back
Double-team you get creamed
So we have it, so you won't catch
Wanna hear it again? We got a force
Enemy down the LI circuit sound
And Chuckie D, myself, and K-Jee
Flavor, DJ Melo-D 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
The homeboy section
Kicking like Bruce Lee's "Chinese Connection"
On stereo, never ever mono
On wax, yes, I'm talking 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, your cheap amplifiers
Your crossed up wires are
Always starting fires you grown up criers
Now here's a pair of pliers
Get a job like your mother
Heard she fixes old dryers
You have no desires, your father fixes tires
You try to sell your 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, 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 'em just like that
You know what I'm saying 'Cause yo man
Let me tell you a little something man
These brothers running around, hard headed
They get a little jealous
You know what I'm saying
Just like that, you know
They're trying to bring you down with them
But yo Chuck, you got to let them know who's
Who in the world to be
You got to let them know
That this is the 80's
And we can get all the ladies
And in the backyard we got a fly Mercedes
And that's the way the story goes
That's just the way the story goes
Let me tell you a little something man