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Public Enemy #1 Lyrics

from Revolverlution

"Public Enemy #1" is track #18 on the album Revolverlution. It was written by Carlton Ridenhour;hank Shocklee.
"Public Enemy #1" is track #18 on the album Revolverlution. It was written by Carlton Ridenhour;hank Shocklee.

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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

Carlton Ridenhour;Hank Shocklee

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