Listen to Rebel Without A Pause by Public Enemy

Rebel Without A Pause

Public Enemy

Hip-Hop/Rap

Music Video

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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chuck D
Chuck D
Vocals
Eric Sadler
Eric Sadler
Programming
Flavor Flav
Flavor Flav
Vocals
Hank Shocklee
Hank Shocklee
Programming
James Brown
James Brown
Sampled Artist
Jefferson Starship
Jefferson Starship
Sampled Artist
Jesse Jackson
Jesse Jackson
Sampled Artist
Joeski Love
Joeski Love
Sampled Artist
Terminator X
Terminator X
Scratches
The J.B.'s
The J.B.'s
Sampled Artist
The Soul Children
The Soul Children
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Eric Sadler
Eric Sadler
Composer
Norman L. Rogers
Norman L. Rogers
Composer
Hank Shocklee
Hank Shocklee
Songwriter
Carl Ryder
Carl Ryder
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Carl Ryder
Carl Ryder
Producer
Eric Sadler
Eric Sadler
Assistant Producer
Greg Gordon
Greg Gordon
Engineer
Hank Shocklee
Hank Shocklee
Producer
Jeff Jones the Jedi Master
Jeff Jones the Jedi Master
Engineer
Rick Rubin
Rick Rubin
Executive Producer
Rod Hui
Rod Hui
Mixing Engineer
Steve Ett
Steve Ett
Mixing Engineer
The Bomb Squad
The Bomb Squad
Producer

Lyrics

Brothers and sisters Brothers and sisters I don't know what this world is coming to Yes, the rhythm, the rebel Without a pause, I'm lowering my level The hard rhymer, where you never been, I'm in You want stylin'? You know it's time again D, the enemy, tellin' you to hear it They praised the music, this time they play the lyrics Some say no to the album, The Show Bum Rush, the sound, I made a year ago I guess you know, you guess I'm just a radical Not on sabbatical, yes, to make it critical The only part your body should be partyin' to Panther power on the hour from the rebel to you Ay yo Chuck, I don't understand this, man Yo, we got to slow down man, you losin' them Radio suckers never play me On the mix, they just okay me Now, known and grown, when they're clocking my zone, it's known Snaking and taking everything that a brother owns Hard, my calling card Recorded and ordered, supporter of Chesimard Loud and proud, kicking live next, poet supreme Loop a troop, bazooka, the scheme (Flavor) a rebel in his own mind Supporter of my rhyme Designed to scatter a line of suckers who claim I do crime They on my time ticket Ay yo, Chuck, they think we takin' shorts Show 'em this is cold medina, man Come on, kick it Terminator X, Terminator X Terminator X, Terminator Yo Chuck, you gettin' 'em nervous They can't handle this, they gonna break down From a rebel, it's final on black vinyl Soul, rock and roll coming like a rhino Tables turn, suckers burn to learn They can't disable the power of my label Def Jam, tells you who I am The enemy's public, they really give a damn Strong Island, where I got 'em wilin' That's the reason they're claiming that I'm violent Never silent, no dope, getting dumb, nope Claiming where we get our rhythm from Number one, we hit ya and we give ya some No gun, and still never on the run You wanna be an S1, Griff will tell you when And then you'll come again, you'll know what time it is Impeach the president, pulling out my ray gun Zap the next one, I could be your Shogun (Suckers) don't last a minute Soft and smooth, I ain't with it (Hardcore) raw bone like a razor I'm like a laser, I just won't graze ya Old enough to raise ya, so this'll faze ya Get it right boy and maybe I will praise ya Playing the role, I got soul too Voice my opinion with volume (Smooth) not what I am (Rough) 'cause I'm a man No matter what the name, we're all the same Pieces in one big chess game (Yeah) the voice of power Is in the house, go take a shower, boy P.E. a group, a crew, not singular We wear black Wranglers We're rap stranglers, you can't angle us I know you're listening I caught you pissin' in your pants You're scared of us dissing us The crowd is missing us We're on a mission y'all Yo Chuck, yo! Yeah, man Yo, you got 'em runnin' scared Terminator X, Terminator X Terminator X, kick it Terminator Come on Come on Attitude, when I'm on fire Juice on the loose, electric wire Simple and plain, give me the lane I'll throw it down your throat like Barkley You see my car keys, you'll never get these They belong to the Nine-Eight posse You want some more, son? You wanna get some? Bum-rush the door of a store, pick up the album You know the rhythm, the rhyme plus the beat is designed So I can enter your mind, boys Bring the noise, my time Step aside for the flex, Terminator X Yeah, that's right This jam is rated cold medina, boy That's right, cold medina, that's right We showin' up in E-F-F-E-C-T also known as effect You understand what I'm sayin'? Yeah! Yeah, boy Bring that back one more time Bring that beat back man Bring that beat back Bring that beat back Y'all wanna hear that beat, right? Bring that beat back One, two, three, four, hit it This shit ain't over, come on y'all Let's get busy, come on Say yeah, say hell yeah Come on y'all Let's work the house Somebody, everybody Everybody scream Ain't it fun Ain't it fun
Writer(s): Eric T. Sadler, Carlton Ridenhour, Norman L. Rogers, James Henry Boxley Iii Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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