Cold rock rap, 49er supreme
Enemy down, the L.I. circuit sound
Take this application of rhymes like these
An' that's the way the story goes
'Cause you an' your crew is only known as good triers
Written while sittin', all fittin', not bitten
Wanna hear it again? We got a force
Ya know what I'm sayin'? An' this brother stop me an' ask me
Kickin' like Bruce Lee's Chinese connection
I'm Public Enemy number one
In remembrance that I rocked them all
You an' your mind from a beatin' from my rhymes
I got a posse of a force to back me up
Ya know what I'm sayin'? So Chuck, I got a feelin'
One, one, one
You just got caught a for goin' out of order
But it's also the words from our direction, a gold boy session
A battle, what? Here's a Bible, start your prayer
You turn him into a Public Enemy, man
You try to sell ya equipment but you get no buyers
An' now you're servin' football teams their water
While we was in the car, on our way to the Shot
Because they got me, Public Enemy number one
Ambush attack, on my back, double teamin', get creamed
This word to the wise is justified
Watch out, we got never the match
Well, I'm all in, put it up on the board
One, one, one
Run in their room and hang it on the wall
One, one, one
'Cause I never pause, I say it because
1, 2, 3, down for the count
Suckers, ducks, ho hum MCs
On stereo, never ever mind, yo
My rap's red hot, 110 degrees
An' we can get all the ladies
Ain't it Chuckie D, myself an' K.G., Flavor, DJ Melody
You grown up criers, now here's a pair of pliers
For all you suckers, liars and cheap amplifiers
Is what I choose an' I use, I never lose to a team
All wax, yes, I'm talkin' about vinyl
An' in the backyard we got a fly Mercedes
You just got dissed, all but dismissed
"Yo, wassup with that brother Chuckie D? He swear he nice"
If they ask you what happened, just admit you lied
It's you they never hire, you're never on flyers
I said, "Yo, the brother don't swear he's nice, he knows he's nice"
One, one, one
Another rapper shot down from the mouth that roared
You gotta tell them just like that, ya know what I'm sayin'?
It's like havin' a boat but you got no paddle
They get a little jealous, ya know what I'm sayin'?
Make the fly girls wanna have my photo
You got no rap but you want to battle
I'm not a law obeyer so you can tell your mayor
It's no fun bein' on the run
But yo, Chuck, you gotta let 'em know
Don't you know, don't you know?
I'm a non-stop, rhythm, rock poetry sayer
Known as the poetic, political, lyrical son
So don't start bassin', I'll start placin'
I'm the rhyme player, the ozone layer
One, one, one
Oh yes, I presume it's the tunes that make us groom
On the way out to L.A. [Incomprehensible]
One, one, one
You can't rock the kid, so go cut the cheese
Get a job like your mother, I heard she fixes old dryers
You messed with the master, word to Chuck
A time for a crime that I can't find
These brothers runnin' around, hard headed
Just like that, ya know, they try to bring you down with 'em
You gotta let 'em know that this is the 80's
'Cause I can go solo, like a Tyson bolo
I don't break in stores but I break all laws
Because I'm Public Enemy number one
An' let them know what goes on, what goes on
Sucker duck MCs, you get me pissed
Because I'm Public Enemy number one
Now remember that line you was kickin' to me
Bets on that? You'll be disgracin'
One, one, one
The result of my lyrics, oh yes, no doubt
They said, "Stop, freeze", I got froze up
One, one, one
One, one, one
Givin' me the juice that your not gettin'
Yeah, that's right, Chuck, man, that's what you gotta do
To make all the ladies swoon
I'll show you my gun, my Uzi weighs a ton
One, one, one, one
'Cause yo, man, let me tell you a little somethin', man
Well yo, right now, kick the bass for them brothers
You have no desires, your father fixes tires
So we have us, so you're okay?
Your crossed up wires are always startin' fires
An' I'll wax cold tax, made sure you got dunked
Who's who in the world of beat
