Timebomb

[Intro: Flavor Flav]

Hey, Chuck, we got some non-believers out there…

Yo, we got to do somethin' about that, man…

Yo, we got to get stupid

Yo, we gotta let ‘em know what time it is

[Verse: Chuck D]

You go ooh and aah when I jump in my car

People treat me like Kareem Abdul Jabbar

No matter who you are, when I'm up to par

I betcha go hip hop, hurray or hurrah

But the aahs and oohs 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 wack

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 is 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

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

Homeboy's 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 thing

All fall to the force of my swing

Like Ali, Frazier, Thriller in Manila

Pinpoint, point blank, microphone killer

Am I, no need to lie, got the Flavor Flav

To prove I'll 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 mic's not his

It's mine, one time, let the star shine

And I'm tellin' you, yellin' at you, you're through

Don't think you're grown 'cause your mustache 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 on down to my funky sound, and

Rock the rhythm rhyme, one time your mind

Rhythm roll, two-time 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 wack

It's the hour to the minute, time to blow, black