Public Enemy No. 1

[Intro: Flavor Flav and Chuck D]

Yo Chuck, bust a move man

I was on my way up here to the studio, you know what I'm saying?

And this brother stopped me and asked me, "Yo, what's up with that brother Chuckie D, he swear he nice?"

I said, "Yo, the brother don't swear he nice, he knows he's nice", you know what I'm saying?

So Chuck, we got a feeling you turning into a Public Enemy, man

Now remember that line you was kicking to me on the way out to L.A. Laurelton Queens while we was in the car on our way to the shop?

Well yo, right now, kick the bass for them brothers and let 'em know... What, goes, on!

What goes on? Well...

[Verse 1: Chuck D]

I'm all in, put it up on the board

Another rapper shot down from the mouth that roared

One, two, three, down for the count

The result of my lyrics, oh yes, no doubt

Cold rock rap, forty-niner supreme

Is what I choose and 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, 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 the cheese

Take this application of rhymes like these

My rap's red hot, hundred ten degrees

So don't start bassing, I'll start placing

Bets on that you'll be disgracing

You and your mind from my beating 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

[Chorus]

One, one, one

One, one, one, one!

(One, one, one, hoo-hah!)

[Verse 2: Chuck D]

You got no rap, but you want to battle

It's like having a boat, but you've got no paddle

'Cause I never pause, I say it because

I don't break in stores, but I break all laws

Written while sitting, all bidding not hidden

Giving me the juice that you're not getting

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 up for going out of order

And now you're serving football teams their water

You messed with the Master, word to Chuck

And I waxed cold taxed, make sure you got dunked

You just got dissed, all but dismissed

Sucker duck emcees, you get me pissed

It's no fun being on the run

Because they got me Public Enemy number one

[Chorus]

One, one, one

One, one, one, one!

Don't you know, don't you know

[Verse 3: Chuck D]

I got a posse of a force to back me up

Watch out, we got mettle to match

Ambush attack on my back, double-team you get creamed

So we have it, so you won't catch

Wanna hear it again? We got a force, enemy down

The L.I. circuit sound

And Chuckie D, myself, and K-Jee

Flavor, DJ Melo-D

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, the homeboy section

Kicking like Bruce Lee's "Chinese Connection"

On stereo, never ever mono

On wax, yes, I'm talking about vinyl

They said "Stop! Freeze!", I got froze up

Because I'm Public Enemy number one

[Chorus]

One, one, one

One, one, one

One, one, one!

For all you

[Verse 4: Chuck D]

Suckers, liars, your cheap amplifiers

Your crossed up wires are always starting fires

You grown up criers, now here's a pair of pliers

Get a job like your mother, heard she fixes old dryers

You have no desires, your father fixes tires

You try to sell your 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, political, lyrical son

I'm Public Enemy number one

[Chorus]

One, one, one

One, one, one

One, one, one!

[Outro: Flavor Flav]

Yeah, that's right Chuck, man

That's what you gotta do

You gotta tell 'em just like that, you know what I'm saying

'Cause yo man, let me tell you a little something man

These brothers running around, hard headed

They get a little jealous, you know what I'm saying

Just like that, you know, they're trying to bring you down with them

But yo Chuck, you got to let them know who's who in the world to be

You got to let them know, that this is the 80's

And we can get all the ladies

And in the backyard we got a fly Mercedes

And that's the way the story goes

That's just the way the story goes

Let me tell you a little something man