Superstar status is my domain
Lyric to lyric, line to line
Tongue whipped, pushed, shoved and tripped
Miuzi weighs a ton
The match up title, the expression of thrill
It eliminates pressure on the haunted
This change of events results in a switch
I don't shoot bullets and I don't shoot blanks
But the posse is around so I got to front it
Make all the paranoid, try to avoid
It's a big wonder why I haven't gone under
But they wilted in the heat when Miuzi got hot
Plus employ tactics so coy
It was war they wanted and war they got
His slice, dice, super mix so nice
Snatcher, dispatcher, biter never been a
Rock, get up, get down
'Cause my rhyme reputation depends on what
Accused of assault, a 1st degree crime
Miuzi weighs a ton
Why they can't ever compete on my level
Coocked from the hold of my Kung Fu grip
And then you'll know why I'm on the run
Number one in the public eye enemy
If you want to get me, go ahead and try it
The Public Enemy seat I've enjoyed
My style is supreme, number one is my rank
Style of record my DJ cuts
Lookin' over my shoulder, seein' what I write
Dodgin' all types of microphone thunder
My style versatile said without rhymes
Miuzi weighs a ton
And leave no choice but to destroy
When I rock, get up, get down
So bad, you won't dispute the price
The level of comp has never been thinner
And claimed I had started a war
Hearin' what I say, they wonderin' why
For elite to compete and attempt to get ill
It's plain to see, it's a strain to be
All this because I talk so well
I'd make you walk the plank if I was a pirate
And if you want my title, it would be suicidal
If they made me a King, I would be a tyrant
From my end, it would be homicidal
Ducks criticize my every phase of rapture
Understand my rhythm, my pattern of lecture
A fugitive missin' all types of hell
If Miuzi wasn't heavy, I'd probably fire it
Soloists, groups and what they say
I'm wanted in 50, almost 51
States where the Posse got me on the run
Can't wait to read the headlines of my capture
'Cause I beat competitors with my rhymes
The public catches on to my material
It's unreal, they call the law
Then you'll understand my reputation for rhyme
It's a runaway race where I'm the winner
Lateral movements of my vocal pitch
Rock, get up, get down
I'm a Public Enemy but I don't rob banks
When I do work, you get destroyed
If looks could kill, I'd chill until
Instead of takin' me out, take a girl to dinner
This is no kid and I'm no toy boy
Which is why they're after me on my back
And I got more power than the New York Yanks
