Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Timebomb, artist - Public Enemy.
Date of issue: 09.02.1987
Song language: English
Timebomb |
You go ooh and ahh when I jump in my car |
People treat me like Kareem Abdul Jabbar |
When I’m up to par, no matter who you are |
I betcha go hip hop, hurray or hurrah |
But the ahhs and ohhs is my kind of news |
Pop your tape in, put your car in cruise |
I never heard the boos, I never drank booze |
Cause I just rock the rhythm, left alone the blues |
The L.I. |
mystique, You sneak to peek |
A look and then you know that we’re never weak |
I know you can’t wait, it’s never too late |
No fear I’m here, and everything is straight |
Cycles, cycles, life runs in cycles |
New is old, no I’m not no psycho |
The monkey on the back makes the best excel |
The people in the crowd makes the rock well |
The people in the back lets you know who’s whack |
And those who lack, the odds are stacked |
The one who makes the money is white not black |
You might not believe it but it’s like that |
When you come to my show, watch me throw |
Down with the other brothers toe to toe |
When you make a move, new not used |
And watch the bro here just bust a groove |
A fat lady soprano, loads my ammo |
And hear my jam, with a funky piano |
Easy on the wall but hard on the panel |
A fool smokes Kools cause he chokes on Camels |
In effect, the crew’s in check |
Run by the posse with the gold around the neck |
Homeboys in heat, lookin’for sweet |
Ladies in the crowd so they can meet |
Somebody to body, makin’a baby |
Givin’it to grandma then makin’her crazy |
I’m a MC protector, U.S. defector |
South African government wrecker |
Panther power, you can feel it in my arm |
Lookout y’all cause I’m a timebomb |
Tickin', tockin', all about rockin' |
makin’much dollars while the crazy one’s clockin' |
The rhythm, to shake the house downy down |
Bounce to the ounce, sound so crown |
The man, the enemy, Public King, no All fall to the force of my swing |
Like Ali, Frazier, Thriller in Manila |
A pinpoint point blank microphone killer am I No need to lie, got the Flavor Flave |
To prove ill win and if not the save |
I’ll pick up, rack up — put your whole shack up Just choose to lose the bet, emcee stick up This is the wiz, but the mike’s not his, it’s mine |
One time let the star shine |
And I’m tellin’you, yelling at you you’re through |
Don’t think you’re grown because your moustache grew |
I’m number one, you know it weighs a ton |
And I’ll be the burger, you can be the bun, girl |
Surroundin', my steady poundin' |
Get, get on down to my funky sound |
And rock the rhythm rhyme, one time your mind |
Rhythm roll, two times control, |
the mauler and the caller of your doom |
And when I’m ready to leave, you’re gonna know I go boom |
Three times y’all, rhythm rhyme and rock |
Then you’ll that the D is on the block |
Four times y’all and never ever the whack |
It’s the hour to the minute, time to blow BLACK |