クレジット
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Public Enemy
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Stuart Robertz
Composer
Cerwin Depper
Composer
Gary G-Wiz
Composer
Carlton Ridenhour
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Bomb Squad
Producer
Stuart Robertz
Producer
Cerwin Depper
Producer
Gary G-Wiz
Producer
The Jbl
Producer
歌詞
Signed, sealed, delivered, it's yours
I pour it on the brakes, till it break laws
Givin' the gabbin', and so the brothers be havin' it
Or else the five fingers dope'll be grabbin' it
Wit' no complaints, givin' uppin', I ain't
On the mic, like Karl Malone in the paint
Why rip a rapper, when he flow like water?
I rather rush a television reporter
The frauds that tried to front
Watch ya back, stop pullin' those little stunts
Assault and battery, 'cause I snatched the battery
Off his back, the TV pack
Why pop the rhyme on a rhymer when I kick it?
I'd rather spend my time spittin' on a bigot
Who pumped the pimp that fed the fiends?
He got jumped by the brothers in Fort Green
They slapped the mack that kept us back
Sucker suckin' a hood like drack
So if you're draggin' us down with the whack attitude
Get up, look out, get out the way
Move
Move
Get out the way
Move
Move
Signed, sealed, definition of a set-up
Pourin' it on, and won't let up
'Cause F-A-L-L-I-N never applied
To this brother that tried
To let ya know the folk of American joke
That kept us broke
Now, I'm ready to rap, strong facts I swing
Like Bo Jax, I'm never calm on a bomb track
Sixty percent, three-fifths, constituted
Huh, prostituted
Why I'm mad? 'Cause it's written on the paper right now
Them motherfuckers bow
I kicked the lyric about the tricks of the trade
And the money made
Who got the money? Betcha bottom-dollar-bill I'm gonna find
Some rich old blood-line
But the blood is in the mud
Take the whack, and attack it like a scud
To the patriotic hater that got paid off my people
I'm rude
Look out, get out the way
Move
Move
Get out the way
Move
Move
Signed, and what I'm gettin' is mine
I bring the noise to town, so let's get down
I cranked the beats, tearin' up the streets and the park
And it ain't Mozart
Jack movin' out, 'cause the Black movin' in, and it's old
I said it in Who Stole The Soul?
But '92 brings an attitude, that say I don't give a damn
About the old way
This is a new day
Tell Jack stay in the back
And all the other suckers that don't matter
You got somethin' to prove, scatter
Get out the way
Move
That's right, get out the way
Move
Move
Get up, look out, come on
Move
Written by: Carlton Ridenhour, Cerwin Depper, Gary G-Wiz, Stuart Robertz
