マイウズィ・ウェイッ・ア・トン

Yo, Chuck, run a power move on 'em

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, step back, get away, give the brother some room

You got to all turn me up when the beat goes boom

Lyric to lyric, line to line

And then you all understand my reputation for rhyme

'Cause my rhyme reputation depends on what?

Style of record, my DJ cuts

His slice and dice, super mix, so nice

So bad you won't dispute the price

'Cause it's plain to see it's a strain to be

Number one in the public eye enemy

'Cause I'm wanted in fifty, almost fifty-one

States where the posse got me on the run

It's a big wonder why I haven't gone under

Dodgin' all types of microphone thunder

A fugitive missin' all types of hell

All this because I talk so well when I

(Rock) Get up, get down (Miuzi weighs a ton) (Hold it)

(Rock) Get up, get down (Miuzi weighs a ton) (Hold it)

(Rock) Get up, get down (Miuzi weighs a ton) (Hold it)

(Rock) Get up, get down (Miuzi weighs a ton)

The match up title, the expression of thrill

For elite to compete and attempt to get ill

If looks could kill, I'd chill until

All the public catches on to my material

You know the ducks criticize my every phase of rapture

Can't wait to read the headlines of my capture

Accused of assault, a first-degree crime

'Cause I beat competitors with my rhyme

Tongue whipped, pushed, shoved, and tripped

Choked from the hold of my kung fu grip

And if you want my title, it will be suicidal

From my end, it would be homicidal

When I do work, you get destroyed

All the paranoid know to avoid

The Public Enemy seat I've enjoyed

This is no kid and I'm not no toy, boy

(Rock) Get up, get down (Miuzi weighs a ton) (Hold it)

(Rock) Get up, get down (Miuzi weighs a ton) (Hold it)

(Rock) Get up, get down (Miuzi weighs a ton) (Hold it)

(Rock) Get up, get down (Miuzi weighs a ton)

I'm a Public Enemy but I don't rob banks

I don't shoot bullets and I don't shoot blanks

My style is supreme, number one is my rank

And I got more power than the New York Yanks

If my Uzi wasn't heavy, I would probably fire it

Make you walk the plank if I was a pirate

If they made me king, I would be a tyrant

If you want to get me, go ahead and try it

Snatcher, dispatcher, biter, never bitter

Instead of takin' me out, take your girl to dinner

The level of comp has never been thinner

It's a runaway race where I'm the winner

It's unreal, they call the law

And claimed I had started a war

It was war they wanted, and war they got

But they wilted in the heat when my uzi got hot, when I

(Rock) Get up, get down (Miuzi weighs a ton) (Hold it)

(Rock) Get up, get down (Miuzi weighs a ton) (Hold it)

(Rock) Get up, get down (Miuzi weighs a ton) (Hold it)

(Rock) Get up, get down (Miuzi weighs a ton)

My style, versatile, said without rhymes

Which is why they're after me and they're on my back

Lookin' over my shoulder, seein' what I write

Hearin' what I say then wonderin' why?

Why they can't ever compete on my level

Superstar status is my domain

Understand my rhythm, my pattern of lecture

And then you'll know why I'm on the run

This change of events results in a switch

It's the lateral movement of my vocal pitch

It eliminates pressure on the hunted

But the posse is around so I got to front it

Plus employ tactics so coy

And leave you no choice but to destroy

Soloists, groups, and what they say

And all that try to cross my way when I

(Rock) Get up, get down (Miuzi weighs a ton) (Hold it)

(Rock) Get up, get down (Miuzi weighs a ton) (Hold it)

(Rock) Get up, get down (Miuzi weighs a ton) (Hold it)

(Rock) Get up, get down (Miuzi weighs a ton)

Yeah, that's right, Public Enemy number one in New York

Public Enemy number one in Philly

Public Enemy number one in DC

Public Enemy number one in Cleveland, Ohio

Also we're Public Enemy number one in St. Louis

Public Enemy number one in New Jersey