Yo Chuck, bust the move, manI was on my way up here to the studio, ya know what I'm sayin'?And this brother stop me and axe me"Yo, wassup with that brother Chuckie D, he swear he nice"I said, "Yo, the brother don't swear he's nice, he knows he's nice"Ya know what I'm sayin'?So Chuck, we gotta fill in, you turn him into a Public Enemy, manNow remember that line you was kicking to meOn the way out to L.A. [Incomprehensible]While we was in the car on our way to the ShotWell yo, right now kick the bass for them brothersAnd let them know what goes onWhat goes on?Well, I'm all in, put it up on the boardAnother rapper shot down from the mouth that roared1, 2, 3 down for the count, the result of my lyrics, oh yes, no doubtCold rock rap, 49er supremeIs what I choose and I use, I never lose to a team'Cause I can can go solo like a Tyson boloMake the fly girls wanna have my photoRun in their room, hang it on the wallIn remembrance that I rocked them allSuckers, ducks, ho-hum MC'sYou can't rock the kid, so go, cut the cheeseTake this application of rhymes like theseMy rap's red hot, 110 degreesSo don't start bassin', I'll start placin'Bets on that you'll be disgracingYou and your mind from a beatin' from my rhymesA time for a crime that I can't findI'll show you my gun, my Uzi weighs a tonBecause I'm Public Enemy number oneOne, one, oneOne, one, one, oneYou got no rap but you want to battleIt's like havin' a boat but you got no paddle'Cause I never pause, I say it becauseI don't break in stores but I break all lawsWritten while sittin', all fittin' not bittenGivin' me the juice that your not gettin'I'm not a law obeyer, so you can tell your mayorI'm a non-stop rhythm rock poetry sayerI'm the rhyme player, the ozone layerA battle what, here's a Bible, start your prayerThis word to the wise is justifiedIf they ask you what happened, just admit you liedYou just got caught a for going out of orderAnd now you're servin' football teams their waterYou messed with the master, word to ChuckAnd I'll wax cold tax, made sure you got dunkedYou just got dissed, all but dismissedSucker duck MC's, you get me pissedIt's no fun being on the runBecause they got me, Public Enemy number oneOne, one, oneOne, one, oneDon't you know? Don't you know?I got a posse of a force to back me upWatch out, we got never the matchAmbush attack on my back, doubleteamin' get creamedSo we have us, so you are okayWanna hear it again, we got the force, enemy downThe L.I. circuit soundAin't it Chuckie D, myself and KG, Flavor, DJ MelodyOh yes, I presume it's the tunes that make us groomTo make all the ladies swoonBut it's also the words from Our Direction, a gold boy sessionKickin' like a Bruce Lee's Chinese connectionOn stereo, never ever MIND, no, all wax, yes I'm talkin' about vinylThey said, "Stop freeze," I got froze upBecause I'm Public Enemy number oneOne, one, oneOne, one, oneOne, one, oneFor all you suckers, liars, your cheap amplifiersYou crossed up wires are always starting firesYou grown up criers, now here's a pair of pliersGet a job like your mother, I heard she fixes old dryersYou have no desires, your father fixes tiresYou try to sell ya equipment but you get no buyersIt's you they never hire, you're never on flyers'Cause you and your crew is only known as good triersKnown as the poetic political lyrical sonI'm Public Enemy number oneOne, one, oneOne, one, oneOne, one, oneYeah, that's right Chuck manThat's what you gotta doYou gotta tell them just like thatYa know what I'm sayin'?'Cause yo man, let me tell you a little somethin', manThese brothers runnin' around, hard headedMakin' a little jealous, ya know what I'm sayin'?Just like that, ya know, they try to bring you down with 'emBut yo Chuck, you gotta let 'em knowWho's who in the world of beatYou gotta let 'em know that this is the 80'sAnd we can get all the ladiesAnd in the backyard we got a fly MercedesAnd that's the way the story goesThat's just the way the story goesLet me tell you a little somethin', man