Public Enemy No. 1 Lyrics

Public Enemy No. 1 lyrics

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