Yo Chuck, bust a move man   I was on my way up here to the studio, ya know what I'm sayin'   And this brother stop me and aks me   "Yo wassup with that brother Chuckie D, he swear he nice"   I said, "Yo the brother don't swear he nice   He knows he's nice, ya know what I'm sayin' "      So Chuck, we got a feelin'   You turn him into a Public Enemy man   Now remember that line you was kickin' to me   On the way out to L.A., out in Queens   While we was in the car on our way to the Shot   Well, yo right now kick the bass for them brothers   And let them know, what goes on, what goes on      Well, I'm all in, put it up on the board   Another rapper shot down from the mouth that roared   1, 2, 3 down for the count   The result of my lyrics, oh yes, no doubt      Cold rock rap, 49er supreme   Is what I choose and I use, I never lose to a team   'Cause I can can go solo, like a Tyson bolo   Make the fly girls wanna have my photo   Run in their room, hang it on the wall   In remembrance that I rocked them all      Suckers, ducks, ho, hum MC's   You can't rock the kid, so go cut the cheese   Take this application of rhymes like these   My rap's red hot, 110 degrees   So don't start bassin' I'll start placin'   Bets on that you'll be disgracin'      You and your mind from a beatin' from my rhymes   A time for a crime that I can't find   I'll show you my gun, my Uzi weighs a ton   Because I'm Public Enemy number one      One, one, one   One, one, one, one      You got no rap, but you want to battle   It's like havin' a boat, but you got no paddle   'Cause I never pause, I say it because   I don't break in stores, but I break all laws      Written while sittin', all fittin' not bitten   Givin' me the juice that your not gettin'   I'm not a law obeyer, so you can tell your mayor   I'm a nonstop, rhythm rock, poetry sayer      I'm the rhyme player, the ozone layer   A battle what? Here's a Bible start your prayer   This word to the wise is justified   If they ask you what happened, just admit you lied      You just got caught a, for going out of order   And now you're servin' football teams their water   You messed with the master, word to Chuck   And I'll wax cold tax, made sure you got dunked      You just got dissed, all but dismissed   Sucker duck MC's, you get me pissed   It's no fun, being on the run   Because they got me, Public Enemy number one      One, one, one   One, one, one      Don't you know, don't you know   I got a posse of a force to back me up   Watch out, we got never the match   Ambush attack on my back, double teamin', get creamed   So we have us so you're okay?      Wanna hear it again   We got a force, enemy down   The L.I. circuit sound   Ain't it Chuckie D, myself and KG   Flavor, DJ Melody      Oh yes, I presume it's the tunes, that make us groom   To make all the ladies swoon   But it's also the words from our direction, a gold boy session   Kickin' like Bruce Lee's Chinese connection      On stereo, never ever mind, no   All wax, yes I'm talkin' about vinyl   They said stop freeze, I got froze up   Because I'm Public Enemy number one      One, one, one   One, one, one   One, one, one      For all you suckers, liars, your cheap amplifiers   Your crossed up wires are always starting fires   You're grown up criers, now here's a pair of pliers   Get a job like your mother, I heard she fixes old dryers      You have no desires, your father fixes tires   You try to sell ya equipment, but you get no buyers   It's you they never hire, you're never on flyers   'Cause you and your crew, is only known as good triers   Known as the poetic political lyrical son   I'm Public Enemy number one      One, one, one   One, one, one   One, one, one      Yeah, that's right Chuck man   That's what you gotta do   You gotta tell them just like that   Ya know what I'm sayin'      'Cause yo man, let me tell you a little somethin' man   These brothers runnin' around, hard headed   Makin' a little jealous, ya know what I'm sayin'   Just like that, ya know, they try to bring you down with 'em      But yo Chuck, you gotta let 'em know who's who in the world of beat   You gotta let 'em know that this is the 80's   And we can get all the ladies   And in the backyard we got a fly Mercedes      And that's the way the story goes   That's just the way the story goes   So let me tell you a little somethin' man