Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Public Enemy No. 1, artist - Public Enemy. Album song Power To The People And The Beats - Public Enemy's Greatest Hits, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2004
Record label: The Island Def Jam
Song language: English
Public Enemy No. 1 |
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 and I use — I never lose to a team |
Cause I can can go solo, like a Sugar Ray 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 some cheese |
Take this application of rhymes like these |
My rap’s red hot, 110 degrees |
So don’t start bassin’cause I’ll start placin' |
Bets on that you’ll be disgracing |
You and you mind from a beatin’from my rhymes |
A time, 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 |
You got no rap, but you want a 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 the ozone layer |
A battle what? |
Here’s a bible so start your prayer |
A word to the wise is justified |
If they ask you what happened, just admit you lied |
You just got caught a, for going out of order |
And now you’re servin’football teams their water |
You just got dissed, all but dismissed |
Sucker duck emcees, you get me pissed |
It’s no fun, being on the run |
Cause they got me, Public Enemy number one |
For all you suckers, liars, your cheap amplifiers |
You crossed up wires are always starting fires |
For 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 and your crew, is only known as good triers |
Known as the poetic lyrical son |
I’m Public Enemy number one |